I wrote this post four and a half years ago. It is my most read post by far and continues to be. It tells a tale of how OCD can take a rational and reasonable young man and cause him to question what seem to be the simplest things in life:
Many of us who live with a loved one who has OCD have heard this familiar refrain. It doesn’t really matter what it is about; it could be one not trusting their own eyes that their homework is in their backpack, or whether the knob on the stove is really in the “Off” position. OCD has a nasty way of making its victims regularly doubt themselves.
“I just don’t trust myself!” Blake uttered in defeat one morning this week. This had followed an excruciating morning of trying to choose a simple something – anything – to eat for breakfast. He just couldn’t do it. He stared deeply into the refrigerator. His angst was palpable. I could see the wheels churning furiously in his brain. What can I possibly eat that will be acceptable?
Blake has lots of food rules and restrictions, yet he usually finds something to eat in a relatively…
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