I wish people wouldn't joke about OCD. Saying "oh, I've got a bit of OCD" to mean that you're self-conscious about being unusually particular about something isn't funny.
You can be particular about a ritual. Such behaviour gives you a degree of pleasure, even if you are a bit embarrassed to admit it. OCD isn't like that.
It's crushing and inescapable. It's something that lives in your brain and forces you to do really stupid things, even though you know doing them isn't the slightest use, but still you have to do them and if you don't you can't function. It's like somebody stuffed a cushion into your skull so that none of your thoughts can move until you've completed the particular set of movements which will get the cushion out. It's the difference between having new shoes that are a bit stiff and having your feet encased in concrete and nailed to the floor. It's not annoying, it holds you and paralyses you and hurts you and it isn't funny and it isn't trivial.
Just saying.
You can be particular about a ritual. Such behaviour gives you a degree of pleasure, even if you are a bit embarrassed to admit it. OCD isn't like that.
It's crushing and inescapable. It's something that lives in your brain and forces you to do really stupid things, even though you know doing them isn't the slightest use, but still you have to do them and if you don't you can't function. It's like somebody stuffed a cushion into your skull so that none of your thoughts can move until you've completed the particular set of movements which will get the cushion out. It's the difference between having new shoes that are a bit stiff and having your feet encased in concrete and nailed to the floor. It's not annoying, it holds you and paralyses you and hurts you and it isn't funny and it isn't trivial.
Just saying.
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