“I RECALL LOOKING AROUND AT A CAFE, WATCHING PEOPLE WALKING BY AND WONDERING HOW THEY WERE ABLE TO JUST LIVE.
Weren’t they consumed by worry?
How were they effortlessly going about their day?
Was I ever like that?
I felt uncomfortable in every setting, uncomfortable in my own skin, with limitless concerns swirling around (and around, and around) in my head. My intrusions often play out as visual imagery, like a horrifying, high fidelity, immersive inner theatre - with the full sensory IMAX experience.
After decades of experiencing this internally, my first observable compulsions began following a traumatic experience. Finally, it clicked. This wasn’t generalised anxiety disorder, it was OCD!
I grieved.
Then, I rallied.
If I could name it, I could manage it and as I learned more and more, I reached out to my peers. There were other people out there and I wanted to find them. Once found, we brunched. Sitting around a table, sharing openly and not experiencing any judgement felt like the greatest relief. I wasn’t alone.
Finding peers was the key to my OCD recovery.”
— DOCTOR