Therapy’s End?

“What if it returned?…I didn’t think I should be running from that possibility anymore than an OCD sufferer should be running from an intrusive thought.” I was having a nice, relaxing evening until my young adult daughter walked into the living room and said this: “Dr. Yong thinks I can discontinue therapy now.” If thisContinue reading “Therapy’s End?”

Encouraging Carley

“Somedays we’re encouraging Carley. Somedays we are Carley. There’s a strength in vulnerability that has no substitute or equal. Gosh, I really hate it when that vulnerability overwhelms me, but I highly recommend it.” “Love to you, Carley” (not her real name). “You’ve got this.” “I believe in you. You can do this.” “ERP isContinue reading “Encouraging Carley”

Confrontation vs. Conversation

“Ask anyone who has stood up for what they believe in, OCD or not. Most valiant moments start out with the hero about to vomit.” My daughter has come a long way from the dark days of lying on the floor sobbing while deep in the throes of OCD’s demanding embrace, and so have I.Continue reading “Confrontation vs. Conversation”

Our Struggle Is Not Your Cliché

“If the palms of the hands told the future, as some believed, then her present was written for all to see, painful, burning obsession, not content to be contained inside her mind, but making its presence known for the world to see, slashing its way across her skin.” Recently, other members of the OCD communityContinue reading “Our Struggle Is Not Your Cliché”

The Teenager With OCD: A Forgotten Victim of the Pandemic

“Don’t say it,” I whisper under my breath as Dr. Fauci imparts his sage wisdom to a captive audience. We know the drill: wear your mask, keep your distance, take your temperature, and… “Handwashing,” he advises. “Damn it,” I mutter, looking around the room to make sure my oldest daughter isn’t paying attention. I don’tContinue reading “The Teenager With OCD: A Forgotten Victim of the Pandemic”