What Happened When I Finally Got Medicated for My OCD
The Compulsions I Thought Were Part of Me Were Actually Burying Me
This article is a co-publication of Zócalo Public Square and State of Mind, a partnership of Slate and Arizona State University focused on covering mental health.
I’ve had OCD for as long as I can remember. My parents just didn’t know what to call it. I seemed like your average worrywart. No go-karts for me at birthday parties and no rides at Disney, outside of “it’s a small world” (which now seems scarier than any roller coaster because of the singing animatronics). I refused to …