As often happens, the closer someone near me gets to a trip or a big medical event, the more anxiety I feel over the possibility of making them sick. My dad's heading out of town later this week, and I'll be seeing him tomorrow. It's so easy to tell myself, well, what's the harm in being just a little more careful than usual until after Tuesday. Of course, the harm is that it lets the OCD get just that little bit stronger. And then I get to worrying about even more things. Ugh.
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.