I am a mother to two boys aged five and six, I have always been told by other parents, family and people around me that boys are the easier sex to raise and that they give you far less worry than girls. I cannot say whether that is true as I will never be able to test the theory. However, I am genuinely concerned that I am totally mucking up something which is meant to be quite simple.
For many people, the stereotype of OCD in mainstream media is so damaging because it makes them feel isolated, strange, different and abnormal when in reality, they should be made to feel accepted, loved and cared for. Just because you can't see their illness and it's in their head doesn't mean it's not real or should be treated any differently to a physical injury.
Would anyone make jumpers mocking, as one consumer pointed out, physical illnesses such as cancer? Or would anyone make jumpers mocking other, 'more serious' mental health illnesses such as schizophrenia or anorexia? The fact is, no one illness is more serious than another in itself, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder can be just as deadly as any other mental or physical illness. Let me tell you why.
OCD is something I never seem to talk about often due to my lack of confidence on talking about the subject. I'm usually never brave enough to talk about something that's very private in my life or share it with others. I'm the sort of person who likes to keep things securely stored inside my head because I feel it's much less bother.
Some may argue this acronym is a little OTD; the rest, however, are too busy tweeting about how their friend is "a little OCD. Lol." I can empathise. I'm a little OCD, a tad anxious and a bit anorexic; I starved myself for two hours, before eating symmetrical carrot sticks. Oh, I'm also a little bit diabetic. I give an insulin shot now and then, but nothing serious.
We need to get our children talking about these issues: facing up to them and admitting there is a problem is half the battle. We need to use the power of the internet and the media to spread the word and to open up the communication channels so that our children know they have someone to go to and that they are not alone.
Due to my OCD, a lot of things, if not everything in my life, is a certain way. The structure of every day is exactly the same and my routines and rituals could not be more rigid if they tried. Everything I do each day is exactly the same as I did it the day before but that is not in any sense because that is the way in which I like them.
Like many young people with intrusive thoughts, Jemima was petrified. Suicide seemed like a way out and we had to be vigilant as she attempted to try and jump out of windows and end it all. We were told that there were no hospital beds in our local area, so we gave the best care we could and thankfully her condition stabilised. Crisis over.
I am on the precipice of full time addiction and the glimpse I had over the top has scared me beyond belief. I came home with a plan of attack but that's when it became clear to me, that I needed to revisit my OCD experiences and formulate a plan that didn't so much deal with the addiction but addressed what had caused me to start down that road at all.
People put my bad behaviour down to the fact that I was a new mum and being a new mum can make you a bit bonkers. But the truth is, being a germaphobe is something I struggle with daily. For example, I will never, ever let you take a sip from my water bottle (as if!) and if you offer me your hand to shake, there's a good chance I won't take it.