My OCD is like having a bully on my shoulder who asks me ten thousand questions a day.
My OCD triggered when I was 16. It was literally like a snap of the fingers trigger – from that very moment my life has been a huge struggle.
I was only diagnosed with OCD about a year ago. I had obvious ‘Pure-O’ symptoms, but every GP and therapist I saw within the 5 years between said that I was just an anxious person.
OCD has questioned every aspect of my life. From doubting my sexuality to convincing me I’m a paedophile.
My compulsion is simply ‘ruminating’. Endlessly. To the point where I don’t even realise what’s going on around me.
The problem I’m suffering with at the moment is doubting whether or not I actually have OCD. Deep down I know I do, but the bully on my shoulder will find a reason to doubt. It’s currently trying to tell me I shouldn’t be submitting this because I don’t even have OCD…
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