My OCD is pretty basic compared to others. And because of this my mind tries to convince me that I don't have OCD, I'm just in denial. Which is absurd because so many people suffer the SAME symptoms I do, suffer the same exact worries, suffer the same thoughts. But so many people have so many different bizarre thoughts or compulsions compared to mine that I just can't help but think that I'm low-key, and therefore in denial. Most of my symptoms are mostly what all the articles say. The most popular, or the most common. I know if I were to get a proper diagnosis from multiple professionals, they would all go "bing bing bing! That's OCD luv" but I guess it's called doubters disease for a reason. ESPECIALLY since OCD is a popular disorder within my family. I'm just so terrified that I'll never get better, that I'll always be so terrified of myself and children, and that I won't be able to live with the uncertainty. I've been close to ending it because it's trying to convince I really am just a bad person and this whole bitchass quarantine is not helping since I'm always locked in my room with my thoughts, being an only child and all. I'm just so tired. The thoughts just keep getting worse and worse. I can't refuse my cumpulsions. I can't escape the fear that because my obsessions and compulsions are so straight forward and constantly morphing that they're all invalid. I know so many worry about it not actually being OCD, but what are your experiences? Do any of you have similar worries to mine pertaining my situation?