I just put a new blog post out on what it’s like to have OCD. I copied it below the first part of it below because it wouldn’t let me do the whole thing, but the whole thing is in the link in bio😘 Remember I’m always here to talk if you want💕
One night, I lay in my bed, tucked under the covers, not worrying about what normal elementary school kids worried about. I recalled that movie where the house caught on fire. What if that happened to my house? What if it would be my fault?
One time, like all kids have surely done at some point, I tried to balance the light switch in the middle, but my mom yelled at me saying that I could cause a fire. With that in mind, I decided to get up and check the light switch to make sure that it was all the way down and not stuck in the middle. I walked back to my bed... But wait—
Was I sure that I did it right? What if I pushed it down too hard and that could cause a fire? I went back and flipped it on and then off again so I could convince myself that it would be okay. However, that didn’t feel right. I had to do it four more times now because I couldn’t just do it once.
I settled back in bed and got comfortable, but then I remembered that I was in the office earlier that day. Did I make sure that light was okay when I left? I decided to quietly sneak into the office and check that light. While I was in there, I decided I may as well check every other room’s lights that I passed on the way and flip them five times (or ten times if it didn’t feel right). Then, I went back into my room and lay down in my bed as it was getting late and I wanted to go to sleep.