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      I don’t want to invalidate your experiences, but while you seem to be implying to the audience that you personally suffer from OCD (like in #22), the entire content of this article would better imply that you have no idea what you are talking about. Please do some research and stop perpetuating false stereotypes about OCD, which for many people, myself included, can be a debilitating disorder. It is not about being a “neat freak,” or getting upset if something doesn’t match a certain pattern (though those can be compulsions for some people). You’re completely overlooking the “obsessive” and “disorder” parts. Would you like to know why I, for one, have to wash my hands upwards of thirty times a day? Because I have obsessive thoughts that there is POISON EVERYWHERE, and that it would only take one second of negligence on my part to get myself killed. Touch a windowsill? Wash my hands. Touch my butt through two layers of clothing? Wash my hands. Get a bitter taste in my mouth from a bite of cereal? Drink a half gallon of milk to offset the “poison.” Stay up all night thinking I am going to die. And that’s not to mention the terrifying, unfounded, obsessive thoughts about purposefully harming myself and the people I love. Which brings on a whole other slew of compulsions. I had to drop out of my dream university, had to move back home, put my whole life on hold, go on disability. Think about how it must feel not to be able to trust your own thoughts, to have your own brain working against you. And then think about writing this article again.

    • youarebeyondhelp

      Please do some research and stop perpetuating false stereotypes about OCD, which for many people, myself included, can be a debilitating disorder. It is not about being a “neat freak,” or getting upset if something doesn’t match a certain pattern (though those can be compulsions for some people). You’re completely overlooking the “obsessive” and “disorder” parts.

      Would you like to know why I, for one, have to wash my hands upwards of thirty times a day? Because I have obsessive thoughts that there is POISON EVERYWHERE, and that it would only take one second of negligence on my part to get myself killed. Touch a windowsill? Wash my hands. Touch my butt through two layers of clothing? Wash my hands. Get a bitter taste in my mouth from a bite of cereal? Drink a half gallon of milk to offset the “poison.” Stay up all night thinking I am going to die.

      And that’s not to mention the terrifying, unfounded, obsessive thoughts about purposefully harming myself and the people I love, something that goes against the very core of my being. I had to drop out of one of the best colleges in the US, someplace I had worked my whole life to be able to go to. I had to move back home, put my whole life on hold, go on disability.

      Think about how it must feel not to trust your own thoughts, to have your own brain working against you. And then think about writing this article again.

    • youarebeyondhelp

      Please do some research and stop perpetuating false stereotypes about OCD, which for many people, myself included, can be a debilitating disorder. It is not about being a “neat freak,” or getting upset if something doesn’t match a certain pattern (though those can be compulsions for some people). You’re completely overlooking the “obsessive” and “disorder” parts. Would you like to know why I, for one, have to wash my hands upwards of thirty times a day? Because I have obsessive thoughts that there is POISON EVERYWHERE, and that it would only take one second of negligence on my part to get myself killed. Touch a windowsill? Wash my hands. Touch my butt through two layers of clothing? Wash my hands. Get a bitter taste in my mouth from a bite of cereal? Drink a half gallon of milk to offset the “poison.” Stay up all night thinking I am going to die. And that’s not to mention the terrifying, unfounded, obsessive thoughts about purposefully harming myself and the people I love, something that goes against the very core of my being. I had to drop out of one of the best colleges in the US, someplace I had worked my whole life to be able to go to. I had to move back home, put my whole life on hold, go on disability. Think about how it must feel not to trust your own thoughts, to have your own brain working against you. And then think about writing this article again.