Except for a couple of snarky comments after my nieces spent an hour crawling around on the floor, and then set the table and ran their hands over the top of the corn bread (which I did eat), it was a pleasant evening.
I'm Ann, a 43 year old woman who has struggled with OCD for the last 17 years. I've been in treatment with some success, but never really put a knock out punch on my compulsions. I started working toward that goal in 2009. Obviously this is a work in progress. This blog chronicles my journey, as well as discussing OCD more generally.