Ocd

I watch you wash your hands
for the tenth time today,
you look relieved
even though they bleed
and it must be painful.
People make fun of you,
I wouldn't worry,
they are mean as usual
but you cry for your impulses
which you can't change
just because you want to.

I see your frightened look
when some one simply shakes your hand
or when strangers accidentally touch you
and I know that after this,
you will wash your hands again,
with soap
and with tears.

I can hear the despair in your voice,
when you say 'I really don't want to differ'
but believe me,
at the end of the day
we are all different...

by Ivy Christou

Comments (4)

Im glad to see that some people understand this. A good place to visit is OCD action, its a UK help site. Cheers
Well said written Ivy.I used to be hypochondriac but regular therapy I ovecame it though it took a few years.Thank you Take care Roger
I know something of this dis-order and it can be so containing, this is written with so much respect for the sufferer, love duncan X
Good poem and the desperation that is felt by the person with the phobia shows through in the telling. One thing: I would say in the last stanza; instead of 'i really don't want to differ' the person should say: 'I really don't want to be different! ' Very observant and I like the sympathetic ending.