OCD isn’t something that inspires us to be cleaner, neater, and more efficient in our lives; it’s something that holds us back, because it means our brains are telling us we have to deal with problems that don’t even exist.
Busy day, so getting this in just under the wire. I have been meaning to post about OCD since I found out it’s behind some serious issues I have. I obsess about stuff & never realized it was OCD, until my psych told me about obsessional type OCD where my compulsion is to worry an issue to death. I need to understand things & can’t let something go until I do. It makes me an excellent researcher though, because I can, & do, spend hours reading up on whatever issue has my focus at the time. Unfortunately, it causes problems in my relationships because I can’t let things go. Can. Not. It’s very frustrating to the people who get caught up in my need to over analyze everything & continue having more questions beyond the limits of their patience.
Not OCD = washing your hands frequently.
OCD = washing your hands because you looked at a bottle of poison, and worry that poison particles might have floated onto your hands.
Not OCD = keeping a clean house, and being tidy to a fault.
OCD = cleaning your house even though you don’t want to, because of an object that touched something that touched something that touched something else that might have touched something dirty months ago that has since been cleaned, and now all of these objects are probably contaminated.
(Missed the midnight deadline by one minute! Still counts. Day 2 in the bag.)