The reason I can speak with some level of authority on this topic is that I have many a memory from my own childhood of counting the strokes on my bicycle to make sure they came out even, and having to back up to fit in another stroke if I was going to land on an odd number (preferably with my right foot). Also counting telephone poles between specific areas as they passed us on car trips (exhausting, but completely necessary).
There were many others throughout my childhood that came and went, but were left unaddressed, because nobody talked about such things. Plus, we didn’t have a name for it anyway. As it happens, my mom had many symptoms herself! We’ve talked about it many times and laughed about our similar counting rituals, etc.! It’s that itch that needs to be scratched thing.
I’m so thankful that, as a parent of a kid with OCD, I know that feeling. I know how you feel in public when you feel like you have to sneak whatever it is you need to do so people won’t think you’re totally nuts! I know the feeling of being so hyper-sensitive to other peoples’ lack of manners that you literally cannot focus on what they are saying. I know how desperate you feel when someone chews their gum with their lips open so you can hear every little “crackle” and “pop”! Yes, OCD is definitely hereditary!!
I am thankful that my OCD was never severe enough to have been noticeable by anyone else. I was able to manage it by myself, without help, through adulthood. I have to admit that I have benefited as well, through these last 16 years by my daughter’s various doctors and all the materials I’ve read through the years. Through it all, I’ve watched as she’s learned to deal with various symptoms and talks to me so openly. She has taught me a lot about strength of character.