Another dream gone
I have realized that what will bring me happiness is the ability to help people who can never be able to repay me. But for me to do this,
I have been invited to the International OCD Foundation’s annual conference in Austin USA from the 19th to the 21stof July 2019 to talk about OCD around the world, commonalities and unique international perspectives. I am the only speaker on that panel from Africa, and I find this exciting because there is so much to talk about, as a woman with OCD and the challenges we come cross, acceptance from family members and how difficult it is to convince them that, this is something that cannot be swept under the carpet. This is also an opportunity to meet other people suffering from OCD, to share our experiences, to learn from those running support groups the best way to run one and to learn about the different methods that are used to help patients as well as research that can be done in communities like mine.
When I joined WA, the idea was to raise enough for my ticket and board. But alas, not a cent have I made. It will take more than a month to start making money.
When I goggled and saw my name on the programme, and saw my name on the lists of speakers, I cried, because I was so happy that I had accomplished something for once in my life. I also cried because I knew that this was not going to be possible. Another opportunity lost. I have knocked on so many doors and they were all slammed in my face. I look at my passport with the American Visa, and I go over and over my speech but before I finish, I break down again because my dream of sharing with other OCD people look almost gone. I count the days every day when I am supposed to leave. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,... Oh DEAR. Another opportunity gone.