It’s OCD Awareness Week. I wondered what I could say in this post that would be new or unique yet still meaningful. I didn’t want to rehash old trains of thought or repeat myself yet again, so I started to think about what OCD Awareness meant to me. What should it mean? Obviously, those of us who…
…or is it burnt out? Anyway, my husband and I have been feeling the end of summer blues, and not in the “we will miss summer so much, why is ending already” way but in a more parental, “how have people survived summer for so many years and why are my kids fighting so much…
I have prided myself on being an independent person. I am the type who can stay at home, alone, for days on end happily. I find things to do. I read books. I make my own food. I listen to music. Whatever. I don’t need to have a ton of people around to feel secure or…
Is it possible to be cured of OCD? Not as far as I know, but people and doctors love to encourage us with the tantalizing idea that you can conquer the OCD, get the better of it, and then use the skills and knowledge you’ve gained to aggressively strike when you notice it starting to…
My first proper experience with therapy or seeing a psychologist for my OCD came in the form of a group session. It just so happened that there was a group meeting with my newly chosen psychologist on the very day my husband called to schedule an appointment. I dragged myself out of the house and nervously…