our ocd story

I know I have ocdbecause ocd runs in families.please give me a min of you time .its

about my lovely sister joan.ocd started with my joan,by a inosant thing of helping

local priest clean their small church.over the years,this task took over her life.it affected

her marriage,priest even had to fech,poor joan home exhoursted,at times,she knew she had something wrong like all of us with ocd.but was helpless.a happy day turned

sad ,when I was informed joan had fallen from her flat and died.i know my joan wont

mind me telling her story if it helps others that's the kind of loverly person she was.