Living with OCD is a living hell. As a child, I felt I had to keep my family safe, but I didn't know why. If I made a mistake at school I had to rip the pages out and start again, or I felt something terrible would happen to someone I loved.
Even though I knew deep down what I was doing didn’t make sense, I couldn't take the chance that somebody might die.Leaving the house could take me two hours because I would check everything was off.
My long-suffering husband had to reset the microwave, alarm clock and video recorder every night. I would boil everything before l cooked.
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