HAYLEY LEITCH WAS JUST FOUR WHEN SHE FELT THE NEED TO JUMP HER FATHER'S FISHPOND. SMALL FOR HER AGE AND UNABLE TO SWIM, HAYLEY ALMOST DROWNED, BUT SHE COULDN'T STOP HERSELF.One compulsion followed another until soon Hayley was performing exhausting rituals and was plagued by intrusive thoughts every day. As she grew, Hayley became obsessed with germs. She washed her hands with neat bleach and scrubbed her house for hours on end.Her fear of contamination was so crippling it prevented her from holding her babies at birth because her illness required the blood to be wiped from them first. After Hayley cleaned her house for 18 hours solid on the eve of her wedding, her husband Robin pleaded with his wife to seek help. He suspected post-natal depression but he was wrong: Hayley was suffering with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).The illness had blighted her life and almost driven her to suicide. In Coming Clean, Hayley describes her daily battle with this much misunderstood illness. Her story is honest and heart-breaking – Hayley knows she will never be 'cured' of OCD but explains how she eventually sought professional help. It not only saved her life, it brought her illness under control.By appearing on television, this remarkable young woman has brought the very taboo subject of OCD into the public arena. It's Hayley's wish to give hope to other OCD sufferers and allow them to lead a happier life.
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Hayley Leitch. Coming Clean - Living with OCD
CONTENTS
NANNY ROSE
JUMPING THE FISHPOND
FEAR OF EATING OUT
BREAK-UPS AND MAKEUP
BEING BULLIED, MOVING HOME AND LOSING MY WAY
WORKING WOMAN
MEETING ROB
HIDING IN ROB’S ROOM
BURNING SKIN
REARRANGING SOMEONE ELSE’S LIFE
MORNING SICKNESS AND BLEACH
GERMS ON THE MATERNITY WARD
STERILE WORLD
THE DOUBTING DISEASE
NEAT BLEACH
IMMACULATE BRIDE
COMING CLEAN
FAME AND OCD
LIFE AND DEATH
OCD AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
WASHING THE CAT
HOPE, HEALTH AND HAPPINESS
OCD ACTION
ACKNOWLEDGEMEMTS
Copyright
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For Nanny Linda and Nanny Rose – the finest women I have ever known.
STRETCHING OUT MY feet and legs, I used all my might to push my body upwards. Arching my back and dipping my head down, I did it again and again until I’d gained a little momentum. The chain of the swing was old and rusty so it took a little effort but, after four or five attempts, I suddenly began to rock back and forth until finally I was airborne. My skirt billowed out like a small white balloon and my lace socks shivered against the cool breeze but now I was sailing through the air like a bird.
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It was taking too long to walk to the car boot sale and the back of my legs were aching.
‘Soon,’ Nanny Rose whispered pulling me close. She winked at me to let me know that it was alright, she’d sort something out.