I have it really bad. I have had it since I was a kid but was never diagnosed until after DD was born and I had a horrible bout with post partum depression.
I can even tell you when it all started. When I was 10 years old, a year after my dad passed away, my cousin was murdered by her husband. He fled the city right after it happened and I was petrified he would come after us so every night I would check the windows everytime I heard a car go by, I'd run downstairs and check to make sure the door was locked. even after they found him and he was arrested, I still remained paranoid constantly checking the doors, windows etc.
Later after that anxiety settled (well really after he was given life in prison with no chance for parole when he confessed to planning the murder) I started to count things obessively, then came the obsessive list making, I was paranoid I would forget something so I would write lists over and over again to remind myself. I would check to ensure I had everything ready for school even after I had verified everything was intact. When I went to highschool things began to settle down and I didn't have any symptoms for a few years, then I had my DD and started college all around the same time. I was balancing a full time schedule, a part time job and being a mom in my freshman year of college, not an easy thing to do. About 6 months after she was born, I just became severely depressed, I started to wonder if I loved her and her dad and as I ruminated about it, I just got more and more depressed trying to fight it. I started to become a compulsive cleaner, just to deal with the obsessions. When ever I started to ruminate, I would clean to take my mind off of it.
Finally after a few months of this suffering my mom convinced me to go and see someone. I ended up spending three hours talking to my doctor about everything and after listening to me, he diagnosed me with severe OCD. At first he convinced me to try weekly visits to the office where I could vent to him, he felt it would help because he was removed from all of the things that caused me anxiety. he suggested I pick up the book "Brain Lock" and I must say it has helped me incredibly throughout the years.
I never needed to take medication for the anxiety and it has been 7 years since my diagnosis. I am still severely afllicted with OCD, but I have learned not to let it run my life. Now if I have a thought that causes me stress I remind myself that it isn't really me, it's the OCD and that usually helps. I do stuble sometimes and fall into that pit of despair where I think I will never feel happy again but I always pull myself out of it. One of the things I still continue to do is make lists and clean compulsively. I still can't leave my home unless things appear perfect to me, I also worry about things that will probably never happen. Like for instance, DH choking while I am at work and noone being there to help him, or my DD being injured. I know that it is just my obessive mind and I try and dismiss it, but every once and awhile it overpowers me and I let it pass. My DH has been extremely helpful and I love him more then ever, I have noticed that my OCD seems to come when I am the most content, I start to have doubts about the choices I made in my life and then I begin to ruminate but most times it is totally controllable. It's a nastly little disease but it's also a treatable one
