I wake up in a panic. The baby was supposed to sleep in my room tonight. Where is the baby? Oh no, is it crawling on the ceiling again? It’s on the ceiling, I’ll get in trouble!
I’m so disoriented and can’t make out anything in the dark. I’m sweating and my heart is pounding and I am trying to throw off my comforter while still half asleep. The movement finally helps me to wake up fully. Now I am scared and confused.
There is no baby. My little brother is eight years old. I don’t have another sibling, and at eleven years old I certainly don’t have a baby myself. Why is it that I constantly wake up with these weird thoughts?
Later on, when I’m around thirteen or fourteen, I read an article in a magazine about a girl who has strange obsessive thoughts from out of the blue about a little girl being stuck inside the radiator in her home. That sounds like me. The article is about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.