What if I touch someone inappropriately, even by accident? I can’t be trusted.
Before I was diagnosed with OCD I thought I was depraved–even though I’d always thought I was good. But good people don’t have such bad thoughts, do they? One night, utterly frustrated and worn down by the relentless images, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, crying, and stared at my face. I looked like myself – sweet, innocent, normal – so I couldn’t understand why my mind was torturing me. It was as though my mind had been taken hostage by someone immoral and dirty, someone who was forcing me to think unbearable thoughts. Being diagnosed and realizing I wasn’t alone saved my life.
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