When my O.C.D. emerged in third grade, my two older sisters suffered alongside me. We shared a bedroom at our home near Milan. Every night, they waited as I turned the light on and off 38 times. When we drove, I needed to count every light pole. After hours of counting light poles during a 12-hour drive, I cried from exhaustion. My sisters said, “Why don’t you sleep, and we’ll count them for you?” Knowing that I could share the workload with my sisters — that life would continue even if I slept — marked the beginning of my recovery. — Martina Rosazza
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Real Life of an MSW 
A lovely story of those sisters supporting, so good.
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I too loved this story, and think author Catherine Pulsifer, said it best “Sisters are best friends, they are advisors, they are teachers, and best of all they are people with whom you can talk with about anything someone you have a special bond with!“
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This is beautiful but I learned is that people with OCD don’t want to do that they have anxiety and its a coping thing. I count numbers all the time too. On the back of license plates, billboards. I’m always trying to get an even number. My volume on my TV and radio all has to be an even number or in increments of 5s. I always thought it was because I’ve always been good with numbers and math! I learned in mental health different though!
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I was glad to read that the words allowed you a moment to pause, ponder and reflect. May you find the providers and tools you to help you become the best health version of yourself. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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You’re welcome
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