....I have ocd.

I've only recently started counseling and specific things that I have are just coming out, depression and anxiety were very apparent. This morning my T and I were discussing different things going on in my life and we got on the topic of hoarding. I've done it for as long as I can remember. It's a bit ridiculous but I can't stop. And if I'm going to get married in Sept and coexist in the same house (or an even smaller apartment) with my future husband and all of his stuff, I'm going to have to suck it up and get rid of some of my things. I have an entire two bedroom house with a full size basement full of my junk. I have stuff at my mom's house, at my dad's house, and even stuff stashed away in storage buildings... I've got to get rid of the majority of it.

I'm just glad that someone who knows what they are talking about finally said that I have ocd. Every time I've said something about it to my family they've always just shut me down and told me that I'm crazy if I think that I have something wrong with me. But for the most part you always know when something is wrong with you. You know when you are the one that does things just a little bit different than everyone else that you don't fall into the realm of normal, that you, in fact, are sitting on the edge of the bell peering inside. Now when someone tells me that I'm just strange and not ocd I can tell them different.

BTW, My T freaking rocks!