After almost one year, I finally spent time in my basement and sat down. In fact, my husband picked up some take-out and we ate our dinner down there. It ended up being easier than I thought it would be. Much easier. Once again, the anticipatory anxiety was exceedingly more painful than the reality. Although, after about 20-25 minutes, I had had enough so we came back upstairs. I'm still worried that not everything is perfectly clean, and naturally, nothing is ever perfectly clean. About the only thing my husband didn't wash were the walls. Of course, I'm now afraid to touch the walls. Don't you just know that my psychologist will tell me that I have to touch the walls for an ERP! But hey, that's for next week's appointment. My goal this week is to sit downstairs for a little bit every day until the anxiety goes away.
It has not been all smooth sailing since I've been home however. When I came home on Monday night I noticed that the small hand-held vacuum that we used to pick up mouse droppings in the basement was now located in my first floor closet. I ended up having a full meltdown, mild hyperventilation included. My husband had cleaned the outside of the vacuum, but all I kept thinking was that the inside of the hose was not clean and it was now contaminating my first floor. Ugh. It's always something. So my assignment (ERP) this week, in addition to sitting in the basement, is to use the vacuum throughout the rest of my house. We'll see about that one.
On another note, I've added a new page to my blog. It's called "Got Questions?". Feel free to comment there on anything not related to my current posting. : )