Briefly focusing (even for a second or two) on such things as the car’s instrument panel or entertainment system instead of the road ahead (“I could have hit someone when not paying attention”).
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Going over a bump or an irregular patch of pavement.Running over a piece of trash in the street.Driving over bumps or potholes in the road.
Driving down a poorly lit road at night. Driving on a street with a lot of pedestrians crossing back and forth. Some particular situations can be more challenging than others, including: In this particular case, it seems to pick on people’s driving, making them wonder whether they have hit someone or run someone over, even if there is no real evidence that this has happened. In the nineteenth century, it was known as “The Doubting Disease.” Hit and run obsessions fall under a subgroup of doubts about having harmed others through some kind of negligence. It is important to understand that OCD can make a person uncertain about the most basic things that they think, see, hear, touch, or experience otherwise. Don’s type specifically is referred to by some as “Hit and Run OCD.” People have even given nicknames to some of them. Speaking mostly to the floor, he said, “You must think I’m really insane, and I’m not so sure that it isn’t true.”Īlthough this was only our first session, it was already apparent that Don was clearly describing a case of OCD. It’s like I can never be sure.”ĭon looked as if he was in genuine physical pain. If I hear a siren or see a cop car or an ambulance, I think they are going to the spot where I killed someone. 
I listen to the news and read the paper every day to see if there were any accidents near where I was with my car. I keep looking in the rearview mirror so much of the time that I’m afraid I really will get into an accident. I have to stop to get out and check for whoever it was I hit, or else I have to drive around the block twenty times. It could be a jogger, a pedestrian, someone on a bike, or even an animal. Every time I go anywhere, I keep thinking that I’m hitting people with my car. “Doc,” began Don, a 35-year-old school teacher, “I told my wife we should sell my car because I just can’t drive any more. This article was initially published in the Winter 2015 edition of the OCD Newsletter.
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