Well, it's always the things we don't worry about. I went to my parents' house. I ate the pizza. I forgot that I don't really have the enzymes to digest cheese anymore, living the mostly vegan life that I do. I got rather violently ill. And plugged up the toilet. So awesome when you have OCD. I got through it, though. My niece has Asper gers and had the most amazing tantrum I've seen. It was not the best day ever. My mom claims she had a nice Mother's Day. My mom's funny that way.
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.