I have had OCD since I was around 15 years old, but at that time I didn't know it was called that. Nobody told me I had OCD, and nobody knew how to treat it. When I was a teenager, I thought I was the only one with this kind of problem. When I was in high school, I was hospitalized three times in four years. I spent the spring of my senior year in Forest Hospital in Des Plaines, and somehow I still managed to graduate in 1978, but nobody could help me with my OCD.
Now I am 49, and finally, I am getting the best treatment of my life. My life with OCD has been a constant battle with intrusive thoughts and what ifs.
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