User:TheFriendlyNeighborhoodBasketcase

My name is Aaryn Cameron, I'm 15, A Leo, and I like Supernatural, video games, anime/manga, mythology, House M.D, art, writing, guitar, music, drums, piano, nature, snowboarding, hiking, skiing, surfing, skateboarding and animals. That was a mouthful...or it would be if you were reading this outloud. Um yeah so I don't really know what to talk about here so I'll start with this...: I was diagnosed with OCD at the age of 10. I have the tye of OCD where everything has to be symmetrical or it drives me up the wall. Everything also has to be even, so if someone brushes against me on the left I go spastic until someone brushes against me with the exact same amount of pressure on the right and if it is even the slightest bit too hard I have to find someone to do it that hard on the left and continue searching for someone to do it on the right...If that made any sense at all. My OCD got so bad that I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't write, draw, take showers, stand, sit, lay down...I was constantly moving because when I sat i'd hve pressure on my bottom and the bottom of my thighs and nothing else, I couldn't stand because I'd have pressure on the bottom of my feet but not my head, for example. It was awful and that's what drove me to cutting...or one of the reasons...I was 12 when I first picked up the knife and my parents didn't find out until I was 14. They then promptly sent me to a therapist...a new therapist as I already had one, which was to deal with my OCD. My parents kind of freaked out and started walking on eggshells around me, like I was some broken object that would shatter and become irrepairble if they made the wrong move...they didn't find out that I was stashing pills until earlier this year. They know what they were actually for, but they're in denial saying that I shouldn't hide my pills and that I should grow up and take them. Anyway, I also here voices in my head and I told my mom about them and she promptly freaked out and sent me to yet another therapist as she thought I was schizophrenic or something...Anyway my parents also fight a lot. They scream at eachother and my dad throws things and it's honest to God terrifying. They mainly fight about my brother who is too immature to do his homework all alone under the excuse that he has dyslexia, which he only actually has borderline. He doesn't do his homework, which means mom has to waste all of her time helping him instead of cooking dinner and cleaning the house (that is always messy), which makes dad angry and he starts yelling and throwing things. I try to help out around the house, but it's useless as I always get yelled at, so now I tend to just stay in my room and do homework until the screaming is over. What doesn't help is my mom comes to me to complain about my dad and my dad comes to me to complain about my mom.

Anyways on a lighter note I have two dogs and a cat named Jewelheart, Jewel for short...10 cookies if you know where I got the idea for her name...Mind you I got her when I was in 6th grade so don't judge me.

Oh, and if you ever need to talk about anything just tell me. Maybe I can help.