‘You know how Nikki is.’ Five words I was never meant to hear. Someone who is supposed to care about me, love and protect me said ‘You know how Nikki is.’
It wasn’t said in a ‘nudge nudge, wink wink’ way. It wasn’t ‘You know how Nikki is funny?’
It was said with judgement and oozing with eye rolls and condesending sighs.
I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I was diagnosed more than a decade ago after my Father’s death. I know that a lot of people don’t understand what it’s like to truly have OCD. It’s become a bit of a joke really. A cute little thing we say in passing when we’re talking about liking something a certain way. ‘Oh, I’m so OCD about my linen closet’ and the likes.
The thing is, there is nothing cute about OCD. At its worst, it takes over your life. Hours…
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