Hey guys and welcome to this week's story edition of the OCD Stories.com podcast. Now in this episode,

I'm going to be reading PJ Bone's story. Now, PJ's story is called February the 15th, my obsession

with obsession. Now, I didn't realize that it's actually coming up to the February the 15th until

PJ pointed out to me and maybe

that's divine intervention of some kind or just coincidence but I thought it's pretty cool.

Okay, so I'm going to get straight into this story and then when I finish reading the story,

the podcast will cut off there this week. But if you wanted to write a story for

theocdstories.com, if you go to theocdstories.com slash or backslash, forward slash, whatever

it is you get on getting at, the acedstories.com backslash podcast. And there you will find

the show notes to this episode where you can find the written

version of the PJ's story as well as a link to information on writing your story for the

website if you feel compelled to do so. All right here goes. When my older brother pointed out more

than five years ago that we both showed symptoms of obsessive compulsive disorder, I immediately dismissed the idea.

At the time, the only knowledge I had of OCD came from bad TV. I'd never experienced

contamination-based anxiety, and so I didn't understand where my brother was coming from.

When he explained that there are many manifestations of the disorder, I felt defensive. After all,

I had always harbored fantasies of winning the argument against my mind. Why did he have to bring logic

into this? While my compulsive behaviour is pretty fluid and has allowed me to enjoy a variety of the various

different themes over the years. The constant source of

anxiety for me has been pure O. I get feelings that my life is going to be somehow incomplete or

even outright meaningless, and this train of thought causes me to constantly perform mental

checks to ensure I'm living the correct life. I have to keep in mind what I perceive to be

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