Well, I just discovered this site after I googled OCD support.

When I was in grade eight, I noticed that I was having strange thoughts and doing weird things. I began to constantly worry about germs and getting sick. I washed my hands so much that they became so dry they would bleed. I could not touch food unless I had washed my hands within 5 minutes of sitting down to eat. I checked expiration dates on food over and over again and became really really picky about what I would eat. My thoughts about germs and illnessses became so bad that I could not concentrate on anything else, I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to go out.

After realizing that something was not right, I went to see my doctor. I was eventually diagnosed with OCD and I started taking medication. My parents thought it would be a good idea to have some therapy to help me learn to control my OCD.

Throughout this therapy, I realized that in my life, I had tendancies to "over-think" and I hadnt even realized it until then. I remember going through phases when I would worry alot about a certain thing. Some example: when I was in grade six, I was terrified of puking in public. When I was in grade seven, for months I woried constantly about my parents dying and having to grow up. These phases of constantly worrying about something would soon end, but then something else would begin to bother me.

I was in therapy for almost a year. Afterwards, I felt really great. I thought I'd beat the OCD.

I stayed on the meds for about another year…just to be safe. Everything was going great and I was not having any anxieties. In mid-September I started decreasing the drug. By mid-October I was at half the dosage…but then I started having new weird thoughts. 

And this new obssession is embarrasing…all of a sudden, my bras just didn't feel right when I was wearing them. I started pulling at them all the time…adjusting them…stretching them. Then I had to go and buy a new one. Within days, I decided I didn't like it. So I bought new ones. They felt really good for about three weeks. But I kept adjusting and pulling at them without even realizing it…until my bras don't feel right again. I am never comfortable, it drives me crazy, and I can't stop thinking about it! This is such an embarrasing obsesssion and I don't know what to do.

I guess it just helps to tell my story. If you read this boring and long blog, thank you!