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How OCD Prepared Me for the Invasive Thoughts of Motherhood

For basically as long as I can remember, intrusive thoughts (mostly about physical contamination) have danced through my brain. On a good day, they’re about slimy spit spots on the New York sidewalks that I frequent, or that microspray that’s alleged to rise out of the toilet when you flush.