‘Don’t these times fill your eyes?’
Turkish mom prepares a solution of L.A.W - liquid anti-acid and water - used to treat the effects of chemical weapons for her daughters who are getting ready to join the the resistance at Gezi Park – Photo by Önder Cırık
Few people who don’t actually have OCD understand anything about it. They trivialize it, turn it into something cute, all the while not realizing that those of us who do suffer from it would give absolutely anything to not have it. OCD is a life-ruiner. It is not something that kicks in or is “your inner OCD”—you feel it every moment of every day, staining everything you do with fear. Someone who has OCD (not is OCD, we are not our illnesss), may spend hours cleaning their kitchen, not because they like cleanliness, but because they are legitimately terrified that the germs will kill themselves or their family. They don’t arrange shoes for the fun of it, but because they’ll have an actual breakdown/panic attack if they don’t, because it doesn’t “feel right” or they’re afraid something terrible will happen. They might be afraid that they are secretly a killer, every day feeling guilt for crimes they didn’t commit. It is nonsensical and pointless, but it feels completely real and it is horrible.
I don’t know how to get an entire populace to understand that OCD is not a joke disorder, and that it’s completely different from what they think it is. But I ask you to be part of the battle, to educate and correct people who mock an illness that can take lives.
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