I was diagnosed in second grade and put on meds when I was in third. I've been on so many meds that I've just about lost count. My OCD started as contamination, specifically a fear of getting HIV, but it has morphed throughout the years. I've had good and bad therapists. I actually locked myself in the car one time so I wouldn't have to go to this guy who creeped me out and moved too fast for me. I also threatened to push one through a window because she just didn't understand that something was not OCD related, and I got frustrated.

I've lost friends, or people who I thought were friends because of it. I refused to go to school most of my eighth grade year because of all the contamination. My perfectionism with writing and my OCD held me back in school so much that it took me and extra 2 years to get all my credits. I wasn't in school that whole time, but took some time off to volunteer after Katrina and I got mixed up with some not-so-good people. Anyway, even though everyone around me was telling me to just get my GED, but I was determined to get the real deal, so I did. 

My OCD is currently centered around people I love and the terrible fear of losing them, as well as other more tourmenting thoughts. I hate how dependent I am, but I have also come to realize that I am stronger and more determined than most people in my situation would be. You have to be determined when you're fighting anything like this. 

I suppose that's about it for now. I hope to meet more people on here. My friends know about it, but can never truly understand like those with it. Take care and thanks for reading this most likely boring blog.