I still remember the day when my obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) presented itself in its full form, unadulterated and unapologetic.
Although I had been having intrusive thoughts about my sexuality and sexual assault until then, I had managed them on my own.
But now they were overwhelming. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran home calling my friends, telling them I was suicidal. But ultimately I wanted to live.For the next couple of days I searched the internet for something or somebody that could help me.
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