sorry for my speeling mistakes i have a reading disorder which makes spelling right hard.

at the age of 4, i broke my colar bone, the nurse told me to "breath in 1, 2 ,3, good" to help with the pain. since then I've counted everything. i cant stand the number 4, and love the number 3. ive lived with OCD for 17years. In that time I've gotten very good at hiding it from everyone, well everyone but one friend.
after falling one of my classers two times and the finnal exam, was coming up did i relises how far i had let this go.
my whole day was filled with conpoltions, i would speen hours cheaking things or cleaning my body of any hair, if my frair for being late or inconverince other people wasn't so high.
when i say everything i did had some conpotion in it, i ment it. my alarm cloack has to be the right number and has to go off the right amount of times. the way i walk, the amount of times i see my friends, simple things like bhushing my hair can take hours if i let it. every day i hace to say no stop and walk away nothing will happen, if you stop. then that uneasyness spreads over you like a wave and you instaly regrate it.
Ive also notused after i relised how much time i take doing things that i say "sorry" for miner things and that i didn't need to say,. after 17 years i know i needed help and let me just say its one of the hardest things ive done. i had to lissed everything on a white bored in writing all the things i do becaue of OCD, then all the things i like doing that bidnt have anything OCD about them. i wated to run out of that room and count and clean and btush, i was also asked to recored what i was thiing when the conpiltion came on, how my body felt at the time and what i did. at first i relisesed that it was only a second between what i thought and felt till i was doing simething. its hard every day but i guess after 17 years i cant take the time till i get over it.