I can't stop crying. I'm feeling really bad. Last week my therapist told me I'm the worst case of OCD he's ever seen. I started on prozac yesterday, and I'm on a waiting list for yet another course of CBT. Our next door neighbour's son had a minor operation on his foot today, at the local doctors surgery. My mum checked on him, used their door handles, and didn't bother washing her hands when she returned home. She brought in the washing, folded it, put it away. She used the remote. She used our door handles. Around this time I made a sandwich and because I didn't know the family next-door had visited the surgery, I was careless; I was nowhere near as careful as I normally would have been. I have this feeling of impending doom. I'm sat in my claustrophobic bedroom, crying, and too afraid to leave. I feel as though every inch of this house is contaminated, myself included. Someone please help.