I made it through another day of socializing, including eating cookies at a reception without washing my hands first. This one wasn't as fun as yesterday, but I didn't expect it would be, just doing my daughterly duty at an event my mom organized. I hate that when I leave a social event, I over analyze. Did I stay too long? Should I have hugged my aunt? Was I friendly enough? I guess life might be boring if I were perfect. Or something like that.
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.