renowned for saying “don’t touch me” a lot.When Howie Mandel gave Reba McEntire a firm hug on The Voice stage in September 2023, it stunned everyone.
The comedian caved in to his excitement and was unable to resist the country music star’s allure because he suffers from a crippling phobia of germs.
Mandel appears upbeat and joyful when he is in the spotlight, but when he is not, he discloses that he is a “scared” guy who would rather live “in the fetal position.”
Furthermore, he just made a startling admission that disclosed how he controls the OCD that drives him to “absolute hell.”To find out more, continue reading!
Many people’s inner germaphobe was let loose by the horror of the global epidemic, making them more aware of the risks of contamination.
While many people’s fear of germs passed after a few years, for others it remains crippling and never goes away.
“It is impossible for me to live a day in my life without thinking that we might not survive,” says Howie Mandel, a man who has experienced extreme anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) since he was a little child. The 68-year-old TV personality says the pandemic was particularly upsetting in an interview with People, saying, “But the comfort I would get would be the fact that everybody around me was okay.” It’s a good idea to hold on. However, everything in the world was not well throughout the pandemic. And it was just the worst.
OCD is defined as a “pattern of unwanted thoughts and fears known as obsessions” by the Mayo Clinic. These obsessions cause you to engage in compulsive activities, or repeating actions. These compulsions and obsessions are very distressing and interfere with day-to-day tasks.
“I’m in a bad dream,” declares the comedian who was born in Canada. “I attempt to ground myself. Mandel remarks, “I have a great family, including my wife Terry and their three children, Riley, Jackie, and Alex, who were married in 1980. “I adore what I do,” However, I can sometimes have periods of deep depression from which I cannot recover.
The best medicine is laughter.
Mandel, who got his big break on the medical drama St. Elsewhere in 1982, says that although every day is difficult, comedy gets him through it.
“I use humor as a coping mechanism. I’m crying if I’m not laughing. I haven’t been transparent enough about how dark and terrible things truly get.
Mandel continues, “I’m most at ease onstage,” adding that he uses humor to fend off the allure of OCD. And it’s not nice when I withdraw inside myself when I have nothing to do.
Mandel consistently finds time for projects, contributing his unmatched sense of humor to all of them. He hosts multiple shows in addition to acting as a judge on the America’s Got Talent (AGT) franchise.
“Very heavily medicated”
He opened up to Kelly Clarkson about his mental health concerns during a conversation they had on her talk show in 2022.
“I have OCD and am neurotic.people believe that because I’m out and about, I’m having fun and enjoying myself.I’m terrified. He said to the host, “I like to go home and just live in the fetal position.”
Clarkson retorted, “It’s so funny to me, because every time I’m around you, even seeing you out of work…you’re so the opposite of what I would think,” looking surprised by Mandel’s shadow persona.
Mandel chuckled, “I know, I’m such a joy, I’m a light, I’m an energy, and I’m stunning.” “..To be really honest, I take a lot of medication.
embracing Reba
He may have been excited to see Reba McEntire on The Voice because of that medicine.
Mandel, a panelist on the show, leaped from the audience and called her name. He then hurried up to the country music expert and said, “We’re right next door shooting the AGT finale.” Could you please sign my shirt?
After McEntire signed his “I [heart] Reba” shirt, Mandel gave an unexpected, tight hug to the audience.
Carson Daly, the show’s host, remarked of the man who usually avoids physical contact, “You don’t see that every day.”
Mandel acknowledges his perplexing actions, saying, “People notice discrepancies, particularly in the media.” “He shook someone’s hand,” or “Oh, he hugged someone.” I’m able to give you a handshake. Then I would believe that I hadn’t cleaned it thoroughly. And I would spend hours washing my hands by going back and forth in a circle.
He goes on, “I understand the funny in that,” determined to continue the discourse about mental health. But that doesn’t lessen how excruciatingly awful it is. I also don’t want to justify my emotional well-being. All I want is to keep it going.
Since Mandel was “boosted” and “vaccinated,” his Covid-19 was mild in 2022, serving as a reminder that being afraid of illness is insufficient to keep you safe.
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I Returned Home from a Long Trip without Warning My Husband and Found a Strange Child Inside – ‘I Live Here,’ He Said
I came home unexpectedly from a long trip to find a strange child in my living room. The boy said he lived there, and as I followed his innocent directions to the bedroom, I uncovered a truth about my husband’s involvement that shattered my world.
As I pushed open the front door, my kids darted past me into the house, yelling “Surprise!” Their voices echoed in the house. But something felt off. There were shoes by the door that didn’t belong to us. A couple of pairs were small, definitely children’s shoes, but not my children’s. I froze.
A line of unfamiliar shoes by the front door, hinting at a mystery | Source: Pexels
“Mom, why are there other people’s shoes here?” Emma asked, her brow furrowed.
I forced a smile. “Probably some guests. Let’s find Dad and see.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and moved toward the living room. My steps were slow, deliberate. I peeked around the corner and there he was: a young boy, maybe four years old, sitting in our living room, engrossed in cartoons on the TV.
The boy turned to look at me, unfazed. “Hi,” he said with a toothy grin.
A young boy named Jason smiling innocently in the living room | Source: Pexels
“Hi there,” I replied, my voice shaky. “Who are you?”
“I’m Jason,” he said. “I live here.”
My heart skipped a beat. “You… live here?” I repeated, more to myself than to him. “Where are your parents, Jason?”
He pointed toward the hallway. “In the bedroom.”
I stood there, rooted to the spot. How could this be? I had only been gone for three weeks. I needed answers. I needed to see Ian, my husband.
Julia’s shocked face as she hears Jason’s claim of living there | Source: Pexels
“Stay here, kids,” I whispered to Emma and Max, who were now eyeing Jason curiously. “I’ll be right back.”
Each step toward the bedroom felt heavier than the last. My hands trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I paused, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Inside, the sight that met my eyes made my stomach churn. Ian was in bed with another woman. They sprang apart, eyes wide with shock, as if they’d seen a ghost. The woman, a brunette with soft features, clutched the sheets to her chest.
Ian and Sophie, caught in bed | Source: Pexels
“Julia!” Ian stammered, scrambling to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My eyes darted between them, then back to Ian. I wanted to scream, cry, or do anything but stand there in stunned silence.
“Who is she?” I finally managed to choke out.
“I’m Sophie,” the woman said, her voice trembling. “I… I thought — “
I held up a hand to stop her. “Save it,” I snapped. I turned to Ian, my voice rising. “Who is she, Ian? And who is that child?”
Julia confronting Ian and Sophie in the bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Ian looked like he might faint. “I can explain, Julia. Please, just — “
“Explain?!” I cut him off. “Explain what? That you’ve been lying to me? That there’s another family in my house?”
Sophie looked horrified. “Ian told me you were separated! That you were out of the picture!”
I glared at Ian. “Out of the picture? That’s rich. I’ve been at my parents’ for three weeks, taking care of my sick mother, while you… you — “
“Julia, please,” Ian begged. “Let me talk.”
Julia turns her back on Ian and walks away | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I said, my voice hard. “No more lies.”
I stormed out of the room, my mind in a whirlwind. Emma and Max were in the living room, still talking to Jason. I couldn’t bear to look at them, not now. I needed air. I needed to think.
I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my face like a splash of cold water. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. There was no one I could think to call, no one who could help me make sense of this.
Julia getting a breath of air outside and thinking about who to call | Source: Pexels
I had to gather myself and face this chaos head-on. The betrayal cut deep, like a knife. But beneath the pain, anger simmered, waiting to boil over.
Inside, I could hear Ian’s muffled voice, trying to explain, to justify his behavior to the other woman. But there was no justification for this. For tearing our family apart, for lying to me, to our kids.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside me. I had to be strong, for Emma and Max. I couldn’t let Ian’s betrayal break me.
Julia beside one of her children, trying to maintain composure | Source: Pexels
With renewed determination, I walked back into the house. Emma and Max looked up at me, their eyes wide with confusion. Little Jason still sat on the couch, oblivious to the turmoil he had unknowingly revealed.
“Mom?” Emma asked, her voice small. “What’s going on?”
I knelt down beside them, forcing a smile. “We’ll talk about it later, sweetie. Right now, let’s get some dinner, okay?”
They nodded, sensing my need for a momentary distraction. I led them to the kitchen, my mind still reeling, but my resolve strengthened with every step.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Sophie and Julia confront each other in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Sophie, equally stunned and devastated, joined me in the kitchen after Ian finally left, dragging his suitcase behind him. Sophie, to her credit, had ordered him out of the house. We sat in silence, the weight of the evening pressing down on us.
“I can’t believe this,” Sophie said, her voice breaking. “He told me you were dead. That you died four years ago. I never doubted him.”
I shook my head, feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. “I don’t understand how he could live this double life. It’s like I never really knew him.”
Sophie looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry, Julia. I had no idea. If I had known — “
Sophie and Julia chatting and sharing their disappointment | Source: Pexels
“It’s not your fault,” I interrupted, my voice softer now. “He’s the one who lied to both of us.”
We shared a bottle of wine, the alcohol dulling the edges of our pain. We cried and talked, finding an unexpected solace in each other’s company. The betrayal had shattered us both, but in that shattering, a fragile bond began to form.
As the night wore on, Sophie mentioned something that ignited a spark of determination in me. “I found a dating profile a while back. It had Ian’s picture, but he used a different name. I was too scared to confront him about it.”
I sat up straighter, “A dating profile?”
Sophie nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know what to do.”
Sophie sadly explaining how Ian deceived her | Source: Midjourney
An idea began to form, and I felt a surge of energy. “We need to make him pay for what he’s done. Let’s create a fake profile. We’ll use photos of Ian’s boss, Brian, and his wife, Lisa. We’ll lure Ian into a compromising conversation, get him to reveal all his dirty secrets.”
Sophie looked at me, her eyes wide with hope, but also doubt. “And then what?”
“Then we send it all to Brian. Let him deal with Ian.”
Sophie and Julia creating a fake dating profile of Ian together | Source: Pexels
We spent the next few days putting our plan into action. We created the profile, carefully choosing photos of Lisa that would draw Ian in. It didn’t take long for him to bite.
***
Ian fell for the bait, hook, line, and sinker. He believed he was talking to Brian’s wife and soon started disparaging Brian, revealing all kinds of personal and damaging information. The final straw was when he agreed to meet at a hotel.
We took screenshots of everything and sent them to Brian, along with an explanation of who we were and why we were doing this. The response was swift.
Brian takes the bait on a dating app, incriminating himself | Source: Pexels
Ian was called into a meeting with Brian and was fired on the spot for his appalling dishonesty and disloyalty. When he returned to pack his things, his face was a mask of defeat.
“You did this,” he accused, his voice bitter.
I looked him in the eye, my voice cold. “You did this to yourself, Ian. Now get out of my house.”
With Ian out of our lives, Sophie and I found solace in each other. We supported each other through the emotional aftermath, focusing on rebuilding our lives.
As the days passed, our bond grew stronger, turning our shared pain into a source of empowerment. We were no longer victims of Ian’s deceit but survivors who had found strength in each other.
Ian leaving the house for good, in shame | Source: Midjourney
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