The incidence of clinical OCD is usually said to be between 1 and 3 percent.
Last night I dreamed about a world where OCD did not exist.
It was 1-3% better than this one.
On the news the first fusion power station had just been switched on
and the chief scientist's face was the face of my friend.
I read a novel by a famous author, it made me laugh like a drain.
The author's name was a name I knew from a forum.
She is trying to study for a degree, but it's difficult when you have to cross out most of what you write and rewrite
it because you thought of the word "devil".
He's been trying to write a book for a long time, but only has enough energy about one day in ten.
I saw three happy children playing in a wood.
Their parents were people I'd seen on forums begging for help for them.
I saw a nurse hurrying off to visit a patient,
and my friend wasn't the patient, she was the nurse.
I kept walking, and then I saw a man telling a doctor about his depression;
the doctor could nowjust about manage to see all her patients in time.
I saw my mother chatting to the three children's parents,
without having to worry what her daughter might be about to do,
and I realised that that 1-3% hadn't been all.
I saw 600,000 people in front of me,
working, playing, smiling.
None of them had ever heard the words "You have OCD".
I saw a million more people coming after them;
families, friends, husbands, wives and children.
This is a world where there is no such problem as OCD.