I am a 17 year old boy, and I have lived with severe OCD for about 7 years now. Looking back at these years now, it feels like I've been living in hell, and I've made my mum's life very very difficult too. I am very dependant on her to constantly validate my choices etc. My OCD has surfaced in many different and incredibly painful ways, which would take a long time to explain, but more recently I have had one difficulty in particular that is making life a horrific chore each and every day. I recently got a job as a kitchen porter at a local pub, and it really relaxed me and allowed me to enjoy life more (probably due to being too worn out from hard work to overthink anything), but then over the last few weeks all of that has changed. All I want to do when I get home is play on my new Xbox, watch a good film or read a fantastic new book I found. However, my OCD does not allow me to do this. It manipulates my mind into thinking I've put the disc in the trey wrong, blinked too many times in the opening title of the movie, or not read an important passage from my book thoroughly enough at a critical moment of the story. Everything else is horrendous enough, but at this moment I am solely distressed about the Xbox and book situations. The Xbox cost me pretty much everything I've earned since I got my job, and I cannot play it as I had a few uneven hairs on my newly shaven head, and therefore could not enjoy the opening of the box, and therefore was filled with regret when I started playing a game, and therefore could no longer play it. £250, it cost me. And now whenever I try to play it, I completely freak out and have a horrible physically painful pit in my stomach. My book, which I was thoroughly enjoying, now has a horrible tainted feeling about it because I did not read a sentence properly and now cannot go any further without constantly thinking about that moment. And then even though I can completely see that what I am fretting over is ridiculous, and has no logical reasoning to it, that does not help in the slightest. It's self-perpetuating. ie: I can't read it any more because I can't read it any more. Also, these things are so much worse on my days off work, as my mind has more energy and is free to be as conflicted as possible. I am so so so so so so uncomfortable in my life. EVERYTHING I do I second guess. I obsess over how other people can enjoy the things I can't. And the worst thing is, even if I completely saw the error of my ways and felt way better about the individual things, that day is still tainted to me. As soon as I have a thought it becomes a physical object to me, blocking me from doing anything I like, anything that will give me some distance from everything else I have to freak out about every day. And then when I think of those good, positive things, they feel negative and bitter. I actually have to sing to myself very loudly sometimes to try and block out negative thoughts, because once I have thought them, that it for the day, that's it for anything I'm doing, that's it for contentedness for the near future, until I've struggled to explain these thoughts to my mum and we talk it out, because once they're there, they're there. I am literally in a prison inside my head. I am surrounded by wonderful people and the most loving family possible, and all of these luxuries and great things, and I can't enjoy any of them. I know everything I've described worrying about sounds totally trivial, and it is, and I know that, but nevertheless they are what my OCD has targeted and is using to try and destroy me from the inside. All I want is some relaxatiom and relief from the pain I'm always feeling, but my mind does not allow that. If anyone has anything that they think could help, I would be overjoyed to hear it. Thank you very much for reading. X