I thought I was asking for help from my psychiatrist and doctor when I told them. I don't know what I expected, but I thought they'd maybe want to talk to my boyfriend or something. I have described in detail and used words like "overwhelmed," "disgusting," and "unlivable." My psychiatrist has made faces at what I've told him.

People have told me I need (yet another) psychologist for therapy, so I had to search to find someone who says they treat OCD and take Medicare, but I found one, and I see him tomorrow. I don't know if he'll just talk to me like all the other psychologists did, or actually treat the OCD, but we'll see.

I've told them there's cat poop and pee all over. I think I was pretty clear. I'd have to send the pics to his cell phone if he'd let me. I can't touch my phone in the psychiatrist's office, and the battery won't work for long unless plugged into an active charger. I'm giving my boyfriend the chance to keep his promise, one more time. I'm worried there are bills not being paid, or at least they're paid late, from phone calls we've had. I put him under enough pressure as it is.