I was most likely diagnosed with OCD as a young child, but my mother went into denial and took the approach of, if it doesn't affect him as an adult or show any outward signs, there's nothing to worry about. I'm now middle age, still untreated, but I've learned to cope with it, even though each day is a constant struggle.

Yesterday I had a pretty intense OCD outburst. On a scale of 1 to 10, they're usually between 2 and 4, mild and I have coping mechanisms. But yesterday it was a 7 or 8 where I was just seething with anger. No one was around thankfully. The worst part is that the dreaded neck tightness/aches and chest pains we all know all too well from anxiety immediately returned. Not fun.