Pffffffffftttt
When I was five years old, there was a van on fire across the road from my grandparents' house. One of their foster children came to me and said, "your dad's van is on fire and he's stuck inside it."
It was not my dads van, and there was no one inside it. But this one moment started years of checking and checking to ensure that my family would always be safe.
When I was 13 my sister developed pubescent epilepsy, and although it was not my parents' intention, I took it upon myself to stay awake, listening, ensuring that she did not have an I witnessed seizure, suffocate, and die.
When I was 21, a lecturer said to us, "if you do not wash your hands often, the bacteria on your hands could kill people." This has lead to years of checking, washing, and rewashing hands, surfaces, clothes etc etc...
My mental health has suffered and my relationships with friends, family, colleagues and boyfriends has suffered.
My skin is red raw.
So my question is... why don't my doctors take mental health seriously?
I've have had counselling, I've tried CBT, I'm still just as bad if not worse than ever.
