The OCD Wedding Planner: A Tale of Disability in the Workplace

There was a time in my life when I would worry every single day that I had ruined a wedding. The couple didn’t know it, and I would have to tell them. 

On one such unmerry occasion, I was driving my family to a party at a friend’s house a little north of town. We would shortly pass by a church — our church, at the time. As we got closer, my mind turned to an office in that church building — my office, in fact. And in that office, behind my chair, was a drawer full of files. 

Each file contained a questionnaire and other paperwork pertaining to an upcoming wedding.

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