I once had a boyfriend who told me he didn’t think I would be a good mom. I can’t recall the exact details of the conversation, but I remember feeling fundamentally misunderstood. What did he mean? I loved and doted on my nieces and little kids always seemed to like me. Once I got a dog, I cared for her like she had come out of my own body. And yet, he seemed to be focused on a part of my personality that outweighed any of these factors in his mind. It’s the part of myself that causes me to worry about the same thing—my contamination OCD.
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