When I was 23, I unexpectedly got diagnosed with OCD while seeking an ADHD and/or Autism diagnosis. I remember literally asking them "can you not diagnose me? I don't want that and I don't have it." I was... terrified. None of how I perceived myself matched how OCD had been portrayed to me for so long. I could think that, sure, I had to check the door was locked 3 times before I went to bed, or my anxiety could be a bit grand scheme and odd at times, but that's not enough for a diagnosis. A diagnosis is big, and it's scary. I then discovered how much OCD can impact your relationships, your perception of the world around you in little (paralyzing) ways.

I wish I had this book as a teen.

I wish I had gotten sucked in by my love of Ancient Greece and Percy Jackson and travel. And I wish I had realized, maybe a little earlier, maybe in softer way, why my brain was so hard to work with at times.