When I was in therapy I was diagnosed with OCD or obsessive compulsive disorder. Although my therapist gave me some great coping skills, it never really goes away. I’ve talked before about my need to check my keys every five minutes and tendency to drive all the way back home once I get to work to make sure my curling iron is off. Here are some of the other super fun things that my husband has to live with.
OCD #1) Counting
I count everything as it happens in my head. I count every step I take in a specific rhythm until I get to a line or a crack and if I don’t reach a certain, totally arbitrary number then I have to go back and start over. It used to take me a really, really long time to get home from the bus stop as a child. And I grind my teeth together as I count. My dentist loves that part. I count the amount of time that passes between shadows
OCD #2) The number three
I only like things to be grouped in threes. I once rearranged all the canisters in a doctor’s office so that they were all in groups of three. They were less appreciative of that than you might imagine. Apparently you’re not supposed to go into the cabinets and pull out additional cotton swabs in order to even out the canister aesthetic.
OCD #3) Rituals
I have a million random things I do when I get stressed out. Like how I hold the steering tightly and rock back and forth at scary stoplights (what, stoplights are stressful y’all.) Things like that totally don’t freak out the people in the cars next to me and make me look like a mental patient.
There are many more but y’all already think know I’m crazy. So in honor of my OCD post, there’s just three things instead of five. And this picture, to show you how I try to combat both the OCD and the crazy every morning.
