Life with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is tough. What from the outside appears to be impulsive behaviors to others are compulsive actions taken by the person with OCD in an often fruitless attempt to quell an intrusive thought that has become an obsession increasing anxiety to a fever pitch.
This week, I’m going to focus this blog on my experience with OCD. This isn’t tied to any awareness week that I know of. Rather, it’s a response to the uptick in the number of people I’ve observed jokingly ascribing their quirks and idiosyncrasies to OCD. “May I tuck in your shirt tag?” someone asks, immediately following it up with a chuckling disclaimer. “I’m just OCD about that.”
I wish it was that simple. Stay tuned.
I remember you got a wake-up call many years ago about would-be “funny” remarks involving similar problems, in your freshman year at college. It was very painful. It’s unfortunate that such lessons are painful.
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