Praise for Stolen Child
This book is an outstretched hand. A gift to anyone who has sought to understand the mysterious nature of OCD and its isolating, bewildering consequences. This is a tale of tenderness and devotion, a portrait of the importance of community, and a story of surprising, unexpected light.
Alison Wearing, author of Confessions of a Fairys Daughter and Honeymoon in Purdah
Goughs straight ahead style is seductive. She draws you in. You stay in.
Brian Doyle, author of Angel Square and Up to Low
What do you do when your child is stricken with a disorder whose cure is not at all certain? If you are a rational skeptic like Laurie Gough you research everything ever written on the disorder and apply the methods of science and reason to solve the problem, without resorting to superstition or the supernatural. Stolen Child is beautifully written and emotionally evocative, but it is not just about OCD. It is about the power of reason and love to overcome adversity, a book that belongs among the classics of parenting.
Michael Shermer, author of Why People Believe Weird Things ,
The Believing Brain , and The Moral Arc
People use the term OCD casually, often with a snicker. But Stolen Child demonstrates beautifully the devastation that the disease can bring, and the love that a family brings to fight it. Its a heartfelt story of a family transformed by OCD, told with compassion and honesty.
Jim Davies, cognitive scientist and author of Riveted
Praise for Laurie Goughs Writing
Gough has the ability to situate a reader in a foreign landscape with the kind of vivid description that makes it possible to feel the land under her feet and to smell the air she is breathing.
Globe and Mail
(Gough) manages the perfect mixture of humour and poignancy with the frightening and bizarre, all lyrically told and, at times, poetic.
A gifted storyteller.
National Post
Her vivid descriptions of the highs and lows, the people she meets and the real lives she steps into, are at turns, gripping, witty, profound and inspiring.
Real Travel magazine (UK)
Amid the hype that surrounds new books and writers, its rare to find one who lives up to the superlatives. Ill look forward to future reflections and stories from this talented and sensitive free spirit.
Quill & Quire
An enchanting guide, Gough is present, vulnerable, and delightful.
San Francisco Examiner
Copyright
Copyright Laurie Gough, 2016
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Interior and cover design: Laura Boyle
Epub Design: Carmen Giraudy
Excerpt on page 154 from Once a Witch by Carolyn MacCollough. Copyright 2009 by Carolyn MacCullough. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Gough, Laurie, 1964-, author
Stolen child : a mothers journey to rescue her son from obsessive compulsive disorder / Laurie Gough.
Issued in print and electronic formats.
ISBN 978-1-4597-3591-0 (paperback).--ISBN 978-1-4597-3592-7 (pdf).--ISBN 978-1-4597-3593-4 (epub)
1. Obsessive-compulsive disorder in children. 2. Obsessive-compulsive
disorder--Patients--Biography. 3. Obsessive-compulsive disorder--Treatment.
4. Gough, Laurie, 1964- --Family. 5. Mothers and sons. I. Title.
RJ506.O25G68 2016 618.92852270092 C2016-903443-7
C2016-903444-5
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Epigraph
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats, The Stolen Child
Dedication
To Rob and Quinn
Authors Note
OCD can be a cruel illness. But it is also treatable. My son has been brave enough to let me tell this story openly, understanding that you wouldnt shy away from telling people you had diabetes so why shy away from telling people you have or once had OCD? He also understands that this book might inspire and motivate others whose lives have been touched by OCD and give them the strength to fight for the lives they deserve.
A ten-year -old auburn-haired boy gazes out at the choppy slate-blue waters of Lake Ontario. Down the shore he sees men repairing an old red ship in need of paint, a ship that doesnt fit with the gleaming white sailboats and yachts in the harbour. Behind him, people amble along the boardwalk, some holding hands but mostly theyre too hot for holding hands. Some are lying flat on the grass where its cooler. Even though the sun is now slanted low in the sky, everyone is still heat-struck and limp from the days sweltering temperatures. Gulls squawk just above the boys head, and across the water he sees the chlorophyll green of the Toronto Islands. Suddenly, without warning, he flings a fistful of ashes toward the sky. He watches the ashes as they catch the wind, swirl into a cloud above his head and float out like a silent just-remembered song over the lake. At their highest point in the air, the boy shouts something. He shouts two words that the people on the grass and the people walking by that evening overhear, something that makes them wonder if the boy is all right.
He shouts, Fuck of f !
Its now 1936 and another ten-year -old auburn-haired boy is also in Toronto, but this boy is walking home from school. The boy is wearing a faded Chicago Cubs baseball cap and is craning his neck to look up into the trees for birds. He suddenly stops walking when a thought occurs to him. Its a dark thought. It has never entered his mind until this moment. It creeps over him slowly, like fog, until hes engulfed in an all-encompassing frozen fear. Anyone watching from a window might think the boy is trying to understand a timeless human riddle. They might wonder if the boy is all right. Hes not moving. Hes just standing there.
Prologue
People often ask me when Ill write another travel memoir. I usually say Im too busy trying to make a living as a writer to write another book, or that most of the stories I write end up online anyway. Mainly, the reason I havent written another book about my travels is that since becoming a mother, I dont travel the way I used to. I havent taken off for any year-long escapades to wild out-of-the-way places for years. Its too risky with a kid. Now I travel to safer, easier places.