Note: Most of the things that I am about to write have already been written in another thread.

Growing up as a kid with OCD, Tourette's, and a problem with bed wetting, there was something clearly wrong with me. I was WAY too oversensitive. I took constructive criticism and advice as "abuse". And then when I reacted like it was abuse, I was yelled at. This partly ruined my relationship with my brother.

I also had undiagnosed OCD back then. It's been diagnosed about 2 years ago. Anyway, I had obsessions with fictional characters. I was particularly obsessed with UNHAPPY, traumatized fictional characters. This obsession led to the compulsion of ACTING like those unhappy, traumatized characters. This also created tension with my brother, and led to my low self esteem which I still have today.

Nowadays, I'm still not doing so well. And I'm thinking, "Where were my parents 6 or 7 years ago? Where was anybody about 6 or 7 years ago?" Why was I the one who had to do all the research myself, and ask my parents to get diagnosed? Why did my family react with disappointment and anger at my OCD, when they could have reacted any other way? Would I have become a different person if I got help all those years ago?