I was 17 when I was officially diagnosed with OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder), but I knew something was up long before that.
My whole life I’d known something was up. I mean, everyone knew. The first sign of it was when I was around four or five. I developed these ticks – I had a sniff, a snort and an eye roll.
My mother was dating a comedian at the time, this tall, solid and very warm man named Michael. And whenever he came over he’d say: ‘Hey Big O – gimme a sniff a snort and an eye roll!