For Alison, it all started with counting.
“Since the age of eight, relentless, unexplainable counting was the base for my day,” she says. “I was checking door knobs three times, checking that the stove was turned off three times.”
Alison felt like doing things in a very particular way was the key to safety, and if she didn’t do them, something terrible would happen.
As a teenager, the thoughts started to play an even greater role in her life.
“Horrible visions of hurting myself or hurting others started to flood my mind,” she says. “No matter how hard I tried to push them down and do my compulsions, they just kept coming back.”
Despite being full of confusion, panic and fear, she just kept smiling. Not wanting to be judged or labeled, Alison decided she had to keep it to herself, so the stigma didn’t define her. She thought as time passed, somehow she could just “fix” herself.
