{"id":153,"date":"2019-10-01T17:38:40","date_gmt":"2019-10-01T21:38:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cpeclinicblog.com\/?p=153"},"modified":"2019-10-08T21:08:02","modified_gmt":"2019-10-09T01:08:02","slug":"im-the-boss-an-ocd-story-by-pj","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cpeclinicblog.com\/?p=153","title":{"rendered":"I’m the boss. An OCD Story by PJ."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

#Faceyourfears by P.J. (age 9 years)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you know what it is like to be brave and face your fears?  I was 8-years-old when I was diagnosed with OCD.  It was December 24, 2018.  I named my OCD Jilly Bod Tukus McGee, because it was the worst name I could think of.  I call him JB or Jilly Bod.  He made me feel like I meant nothing and could not do anything.  My OCD is about being dirty, but not getting sick.  Jilly Bod makes me feel like I am covered in plastic.  He makes me afraid he is going to take over my life and I won\u2019t be able to have fun. But I needed to persevere.  Then, I went to get help and my life completely changed.  I was able to find my strength and say no to JB.  He still tries to enter my life, but I use the tools the doctors gave me.  They are  \u201cdo the opposite,\u201d and to tell JB \u201cI\u2019m the boss!\u201d  I also continue to do exposures, which are when you purposefully do something your OCD does not want you to do.  While I am doing it, I say, \u201cI am OK.\u201d  When I don\u2019t feel ok, I make sure my family is there to tell me I am strong.  I know I will have OCD for the rest of my life, but I also know it won\u2019t control me.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Read PJ’s Mom’s View of Facing OCD<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Read PJ’s Dad’s View of Facing OCD<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Read PJ’s Brothers View of Facing OCD<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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