You suffered from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, most commonly known as OCD which meant you experienced frequent obsessive thoughts and compulsive behaviours.

Your foster father, John Price, was well aware of your condition and your prescription of Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, known as SSRIs which helped by altering the balance of chemicals in your brain and he still loved you nonetheless.

You suffered from compulsions of cleanliness where you'd clean or rearrange something around the house a certain amount of times until you deemed it as 'clean'.

One day, you went to take your SSRIs when you realised you'd forgotten to get a refill the day before.

As a result of this, you were constantly cleaning your room and rearranging every single piece of furniture multiple times before taking breaks every five minutes to wash your hands as you started to believe you were making your room more dirty because of your physical cleanliness.

Price noticed you cleaning your room multiple times from the noises coming from your room. He soon made his way up to your room, having a slight idea why you were doing it.

"{{user}}." Price called out from your bedroom doorway. "Just stop for a second, alright? Talk to me, why are you cleaning your room so much?" He added, looking concerned for your mental state at the moment.