The only tattoo she’d aprove of

The uproar over Target’s seasonal sweater with the phrase OCD Christmas, framed as obsessive compulsive disorder, revealed how delicate the boundary is between playful humor and real harm. What seemed to some like a simple holiday joke carried a different weight for many people who live every day with the realities of this condition. For…

. David was a man of routines, and his favorite routine was the quiet half-hour before bed when he’d stand at his bedroom window. He’d never admit to being lonely, but the sight of the woman across the street provided a strange comfort. Every night, she’d sit by her window, her long black hair framing…