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It’s a Monday morning. I’ve just locked the door to leave for work. Then I think, is the coffeemaker turned off? I unlock the door, go back and check. And as I head out the door again, I stop. I remember seeing that the little red light on the coffeemaker was dark. That means it’s off. But I don’t trust the evidence of my own senses. Or perhaps I don’t trust my own memory. And I go back and look at the coffeemaker again. It’s futile, really, because if I didn’t trust my sight and memory 30 seconds ago, why should I trust them now?
I’ve missed some doses. Not many, but enough to matter. I fell asleep reading one night, simply forgot another night because I had an unexpected phone call. Those lapses add up.
I know because OCD symptoms are the first problems to surface when I’m not taking enough medication.