My OCD story:
Training legs has always been a battle for me. A journey of ebs and flows. When I was 15 I jumped out of a swing set and it changed my path dramatically. Not a very heroic story so far...I fractured my knee; more specifically, my L femur, the distal posterior medial portion of my chondal (one of the two segments of the distal femur that articulates with the tibia), this Osteochondal Defect changed my life, and it broke me down mentally in a lot of ways.
I could no longer run, jump, cycle, even swim the same again. I was permanently disqualified from any military branch, which I tried to join, every single one. A big dream taken from me. Since I was two young, and already 3 surgeries, the next one would be a total knee replacement.
Adapting and overcoming this silly accident has been over a decade of trial and error, failures and small wins. The chance to be "equal" in size and strength and mobility to my peers and those I look up to always seemed impossible to me, because of my OCD, but i always had a goal and a dream in mind and a means to get there, even if I have to modify and adapt in a way others dont have to.
So I say to you... Knee pain when squating?
Suck it the **** up.