OCD Saved My Life…Now I’m Taking It Back

Posted: September 28, 2010 in anxiety, childhood, depression, hoarding, OCD

OCD, anxiety, and hoarding often go hand in hand, and sometimes they’re transferable. In my case, the situation started with my father. He’s always been a hoarder. My grandmother was also a hoarder – as a kid, I was always told it was because she’d lived through the Great Depression. The older I get, and the more I learn, the more I suspect it was ingrained in her by her parents. And she passed it on to my dad.

Then it spread, first to my mother, who turned to hoarding as a way to relieve depression. Finally, it trickled down to me. Genetically and situationally, I was predisposed to anxiety and OCD.

Growing up, I felt more often than not like no one understood me. I had strange anxiety and panic attacks I couldn’t explain and was told they were my fault. I needed to learn how to get control over them. My OCD came out full force by the time I hit my teens. This, again, I was told was my fault.

But OCD really has saved my life – it’s a long story that I’ll get to in parts. But it’s worth talking about because I know it will help others. And it’s a testament to the fact that there is always…always…hope.

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