The doctor told us that her OCD is possibly genetic, and I have it but mine is cornered into keeping things organized (my bookcase, my college work, my movies, etc.) and I'm not spastic about it like I used to be, but T has it worse than anyone I know. Its frustrating, but I will never stop trying to help her, and I'm not forceful because the one time I tried she had a panic attack and ended up in the hospital...i never want to go through that again....she has asthma and is on oxygen a lot, so I don't want to push her too hard too fast. I know she wants to get some better because she says she feels like she can't control her life and that her "condition" makes her waste a lot of her time and energy....that makes me sad too, but I'm lost most of the time. I hate trying to explain things to other people, especially in or family, because they don't understand or even try to...they think she is after attention...which makes me mad on her behalf because they won't say it to her face.....