By Anonymous, United Kingdom
Audio recording by Sophia Jackson Gill
Tummy hurts, shoes don’t feel right, OCD is putting up a good fight
All my worst thoughts, stuck in my head
Today I’m wishing, I could just stay in bed
I need to know the plan, take me through the day
If I don’t know all the details, in bed I will have to stay
I’ve got to be the best, day after day
wish these bad thoughts would stay far away
My left foot needs to touch that for longer than my right
Must keep these thoughts deep out of sight
I need a cuddle, but I can’t risk it now
You might not touch my left side, you might hear me howl
Don’t sit near me, it doesn’t feel good
The cushion won’t line up quite as it should
Brush past me on one side, desperate to equalise
Keeping it together, trying to hide
Tummy hurts, shoes don’t feel right, OCD is putting up a good fight
I wrote this poem to try and help myself understand what my son is going through. I know I can never fully appreciate how hard he is fighting and I don’t always get it right, but I’ll keep trying to help him.
Categories: The Salon
The Secret Illness 
Your son is so lucky to have a mother who writes a poem and supports him. And, accepts him the way he is. My mother resented the fact that I had OCD. Why? Because she had it but would never admit it and I was a reminder of that fact. I was her mirror every time I had a problem. She was cruel. I barely grieved her death because I kind of felt relieved. My heart went out to my father because he loved her. I felt better because she was gone and all the tension in the house went with her.
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