By the time I turned five, I was already exhibiting the textbook symptoms of original formula OCD Classic: excessive handwashing, fear of contamination, counting, checking, etc. My behavior wasn’t recognized as OCD at the time because it wasn’t really something that existed in the consciousness of the general public until many years later. None of the counselors or psychologists I was taken to seemed to … Continue reading My OCD isn’t OCD anymore.
After binge-watching Cobra Kai, I found myself in the mood to watch the original Karate Kid film. I scratched that itch, and wasn’t disappointed. I mean, it’s a classic for a reason. Everyone loves a good underdog story. The film more than holds up. Anyway, being a nostalgic person, I found myself taking a stroll down movie memory lane, which led me to the summer … Continue reading The summer of 1989
By the time I was seven years old, I’d already encountered my fair share of bullies. They were my peers, my classmates, kids in the neighborhood. They’d push me, shove me, calm me names, make fun of me. Tear up my shit on the bus on the way home from school. No big deal, really. I survived. An adult bullying a child, however, that’s an … Continue reading Deep Cuts
In the middle of my third grade year, in 1986, my teacher died. We got out of school to attend the funeral, kids were crying, yada yada yada. When I saw my young peers beside themselves with grief over this dead woman, I vividly remember feeling both perplexed and disgusted. I hated that woman, and I was glad she was dead. I enjoyed the funeral. … Continue reading I must’ve really hated that woman…
I went over to my parents’ house last week in search of writing, school papers, drawings, pics and whatever other childhood relics I could find that had the potential to give me a glimpse into my mental processes at the time. I’m currently in the planning stages of writing a book about what it’s like to have OCD. What’s it’s really like, from my perspective. … Continue reading Putting away childish things
This was written when I was in 2nd grade, in October of 1984, for a school assignment. Continue reading Childhood writings: The Witch
I found a treasure trove of things that I wrote in the 80s. I find this one very pleasant to read, and I have absolutely no recollection of writing it. How fun! Continue reading Childhood writings: “green”