I have wanted to read this book for a while, and when I was 10% through, I didn't think I could finish it. One week later and I have finished it, and in some ways feel like a different person for having read it. Let me explain.
When I was 10 years old, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I am now 21, and have been living with this mental illness for the majority of my life.
Until now, I have avoided books around OCD, which is strange because I have planned my entire career around becoming a clinical psychologist to help others with the disorder. I can read journal articles about it, I can read textbooks about it, but reading real-world accounts scares the hell out of me because there is just something too raw about it. Starting this book and reading from the perspective of a young Lily really threw me off, because that was the time where my OCD was at its worst. There were - and are - so many things I did and still do on a daily basis: checking taps, checking locks, checking the bathroom light when I could see from my bedroom that it was off; thoughts that I hated the people I loved, that I wanted them dead, that something bad would happen to them if I didn't tell them to "stay safe"; tapping my forehead when I get bad thoughts, saluting lone magpies in case I get bad luck, having a bad thought and then retracing my steps and walking the same path again and again until I could do it without having those thoughts; having to reread pages if I stumbled on a word, having to read books out loud to make sure I was saying it right, having to repeat this over and over and over again until I could no longer read; worried I was abusive, worried I was a pervert, worried I was a bad person and deserved bad things to happen for me; feared contamination from snot, from dribble, from lingering dead skin cells; worried I smelled, feared other people's hair touching my skin/clothes/body, refused to do anything in sixes (because six is a bad number).
These are only the obsessions and compulsions I can recall from the top of my head, some from the past and some still very present. I am a lot better now than I used to be, and I like to think that I'm more in charge of my OCD than it is of me. I feel like being able to finish this book is proof of that, as a couple of years ago I think it would have been too triggering. I mean, there were points where I felt triggered and that I felt panic rising within me because I DO THAT TOO, but it was nowhere near as bad as it would have been, say, 7 years ago.
It was hard to read Lily Bailey's experience because, as someone with OCD, I know exactly how bad it can get and how awful it is to be trapped inside of your head like that. However, I think it is absolutely amazing that she has been able to write this memoir, and shows such strength. If you're interested in learning what it's really like to live with OCD, or have OCD yourself and feel ready to try reading about someone else's experience, this is the book for you.