Growing up with obsessive-compulsive disorder.Illustration: Thomas TaitFrom the ages of twelve to fifteen, I went through an obsessive-compulsive rigmarole before bed every night. The process demanded a minimum of two hours filled with concentrated touching, blinking, gulping, repetitive thinking, and chanting. If I botched any part of this strict routine, or if I was interrupted,... <a href="Read">http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/07/15/no-bad-things/">Read More</a> <span class="link">»</span>