This is a scene of what it has been like having OCD, for me: You sit down at the computer to write a blog. You happily start typing when you notice the keypad is a bit dusty, so you dust it. But now it feels really dirty to you, so even though you keep typing,... Continue Reading →
...So I tried to accept OCD as a part of me, and resolved to always work on keeping it in check. I learned as I went, but for some reason, I started using OCD as a crutch. Anxiety? Oh that’s just my OCD. Emotional? OCD. Not feeling very kindly toward someone? OCD. Then I started... Continue Reading →
I didn’t get a lick of baby blues. I was so relieved and grateful to have a healthy baby, I just didn’t see how I could be sad. A little sensitive and emotional at times, but not depressed. More like overjoyed! Yet as the weeks wore on, I started doing a lot of cleaning. Mopping... Continue Reading →
I’ve had OCD as long as I can remember, at least since I was 2 1/2 years old. One of my very first memories of my life is being in a doctors office because my mom thought I had a urinary tract infection. I guess I started going to the bathroom every 1-2 minutes! The... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 