A Little bit OCD – a poem

"A little bit OCD"

When I knew my boy was haunted by
this demon in his ear
Not knowing how to help him,
My knowledge turned to fear.

I'll keep this to myself I thought,
He didn't want to be
the boy that was a weirdo,
Just 'That kid with OCD .'

But people came to notice
little signs that served to tell.
They all became an expert
"I've got OCD as well!"

"I always put my books in line
so neatly on the shelf.
My husband says that I'm 
a little bit OCD myself!"

"Take away his Xbox
if he keeps on being late.
Ground him for a week and he'll soon
Realise his mistake."

"Tell him to snap out of it.
You have to make him see.
Nip it in the bud,
we're all a wee bit OCD."

My boy can not eat or sleep
or concentrate at school.
A little bit OCD maybe
But at least he's not a fool!

Jane Drew

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My guilt at my son’s OCD

Hidden in clear view

When I tucked my boy in bed at night
And passed his teddy bear
I closed the door and didn't even notice you were there .

You followed him to school each day,
Hanging at his sleeve.
You poked your bony finger in his back and  wouldn't

You bullied him and frightened him
And wouldn't let him tell.
You wouldn't let him sleep at night
You made a living hell.

I can't  believe I shouted at him
When you made him late
And when you wouldn't let him eat the food upon his

What kind of mother doesn't know?
How could I be so blind?
You were his only friend
-The liar, poisoning his mind.

You lived amongst us silently for years before
I knew.
We saw your shadow once or twice 
Hidden in clear view

But now I know you're here, beware!
watch this! With my last breath
I will protect my son
And we will fight you 
to the death.

by Jane Drew