Before I got treatment, my husband did everything for me. He’d help me shower, help me dress because I thought that even if I’d put my clothes on the wrong way somebody would die.I didn’t manage my symptoms well.
I let them run free unless someone was watching. Deep down we know what we’re doing is irrational, but you have to do it because you need to save somebody’s life or not get sick, or whatever your OCD thought is.My husband suggested I see the GP when I was 28 years old as he could no longer live the way we were living.
He was flicking through a magazine at work, read a story about people with OCD and thought, this is you! You’re doing what they’re doing.Read more on sane.org