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All About My OCD
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By:
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Flaky
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Mood:
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Mellow
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Date:
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Jul 05, 2008
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Hi,
everyone!
I'm
writing
this
blog
to
let
you
know
exactly
what
it's
like
for
me
to
have
OCD.
I'm
going
to
try
to
include
as
much
as
I
can.
I'll
probably
end
up
going
back
and
making
a
few
edits,
though,
since
I
can
never
remember
every
little
single
detail
at
once.
Well,
here
it
goes. I'll
first
start
off
with
discussing
the
germaphobia
portion.
I
hate
germs.
I
really,
really,
really
hate
them.
Sometimes
it's
not
always
the
germs
themselves
though.
Sometimes
it
could
just
be
the
fact
something's
dirty
or
even
just
thinking
about
where
it
could've
been.
I
definitely
go
out
of
my
way
to
avoid
them
and
to
protect
myself
from
them
and
just
about
any
little
thing
I
do,
there
they
are
taunting
me.
I
think
about
it
every
time
I
open
the
door,
flip
the
light
switch,
touch
the
railings
(I
will
not
hold
onto
escalator
railings
because
of
this-
which
is
pretty
dangerous),
every
time
I
touch
the
steering
wheel,
open
the
fridge,
use
the
bathroom,
use
the
sink,
and
it
goes
on
and
on.
I
use
a
lot
of
both
Purell
and
Germ-X,
too.
For
example,
I'll
use
it
immediately
after
I
touch
the
buttons
on
a
vending
machine
or
elevator.
Or
everytime
I
get
off
a
ride
at
an
amusement
park.
And
especially
every
time
I
use
a
pen
to
sign
for
the
items
I
purchased.
That's
the
worst.
I
also
do
not
use
metal
silverware
because
of
this.
I
have
plastic
silverware
in
little
individual
packages.
I'll
even
go
as
far
as
to
bringing
those
to
a
restaurant.
I
also
can't
stand
using
a
public
restroom
or
anyone
else's
powder
room.
It
just
feels
so
indifferent
and
disgusting
to
me.
I
can
hardly
bring
myself
to
do
it.
It
also
feels
really
weird
for
me
for
an
entire
week
if
someone
else
uses
my
toilet
just
once. Oh,
and
here's
another
big
thing
about
the
germaphobia.
I
really
hate
coughing
and
sneezing.
Yesterday,
for
instance,
I
was
at
the
movie
theater,
in
the
main
aisle
about
to
head
up
to
the
top.
There
was
one
person
sitting
in
the
front
row.
And
as
I
was
walking
by
with
my
nachos
and
cheese,
she
let
out
this
huge
cough
which
definitely
shook
me
up.
I'd
assume
it
was
pretty
noticeable,
since
the
cheese
nearly
spilt
over
and
all
because
of
it.
And
this
other
week
at
a
baseball
game,
I
was
waiting
in
line
to
get
a
bratwurst.
This
boy
in
front
of
me
kept
coughing
and
coughing
and
coughing
in
my
direction.
I
totally
lost
it
after
a
while.
It
was
really
embarrassing.
Also,
whenever
I
walk
past
anyone,
I
always
think
they're
going
to
cough
on
me.
It
doesn't
matter
how
few
people
are
around.
And
half
the
time,
it
really
does
seem
like
they
do
cough
on
me! And
now
I'll
talk
about
the
organization.
To
me,
organization
is
everything.
I'll
talk
about
my
closet,
for
example.
The
clothes
are
firstly divided
into
what
type
of
apparel
it
is.
Like
shorts,
then
mini
skirts,
then
longer
skirts,
then
dresses,
and
that
sort
of
stuff.
Then,
once
it's
in
that
group,
I
put
them
in
rainbow
order
from
light
to
dark.
I
also
have
all
the
hangers
organized.
The
hangers
are
organized
by
what
type
they
are
and
the
size
and
color
the
label
is,
as
well
as
the
hanger
itself.
When
the
hangers
are
not
in
use,
they
are
hung
on
the
top
shelf
above
all
the
shirts.
(I
have
a
massive-sized
closet
for
a
kids'
room
so
I
have
a
lot
of
room
to
work
with
here.)
I
also
have
all
the
DVDs
and
books
organized
into
ABC
order
as
well.
I
also
make
a
bunch
of
weird
and
random
lists
or
projects
on
the
computer
that
take
at
least
six
hours
just
so
I
can
keep
organizing
if
everything
here's
perfect.
Oh,
and
you
should
see
my
Christmas
lists!
They've
always
been
extremely
impressive.
They
even
go
as
far
as
to
all
the
stores
in
the
area
that
carry
the
item
and
what
their
regular
and
current
sale
prices
are
at
the
particular
stores.
But
anyway,
although
organizing
is
a
lot
of
fun
to
me,
it's
also
a
huge
challenge
and
task
that
I
can't
get
myself
out
of.
Because
if
something
that
I
know
needs
to
be
organized
and
doesn't
get
done,
I
can
get
extremely
worked
up
and
upset
over
it. And
I'm
not
sure
if
this
corresponds
with
OCD,
but
I
am
extremely,
extremely
particular
with
time.
I
always
need
to
know
what
time
it
is,
and
if
someone
gives
me
a
time
that
is
"wrong",
I
get
really
upset
with
them.
I
never
round
the
times
either.
Also,
I
like
to
set
a
lot
of
times
to
record
random
programs
off
the
TV
(Although
I
can't
do
this
now
because
the
DVR
is
fried...
Stupid
lightning.).
I
always
felt
like
I
needed
to
record
those
programs
and
in
episode
order
per
season.
But
that
doesn't
belong
in
this
paragraph.
Anyway,
if
I
know
I'm
going
to
miss
something
or
there's a
chance
I'm
going
to
be
late,
I
just
about
flip
out
from
the
thought
of
it.
And
I
really
hate
it
whenever
people
don't
arrive
at
the
exact
time
they
said.
It's
even
worse
when
they're
late.
Or
if
we're
late
to
something.
I
think
I
can
say
time
rules
my
life. And
now
I'll
give
you
a
brief
history
of
when
I
was
younger
and
dealt
with
this.
The
organization
started
around
age
two
(I
was
a
very
smart
toddler.
I
could
even
read
by
this
point.).
I
used
to
take
out
all
the
wash
cloths
in
the
house
and
fold
them
up
into
neat
little
piles.
I
also
loved
organizing
all
the
videos
in
to
ABC
order
in
pre-school
and
I
was
fascinated
with
our
calendar
at
age
two
(which
I
eventually
took
and
put
in
my
crib
to
look
at).
The
organization
continued
on
and
on
as
I
got
older.
And
one
time,
when
I
was
about
eight,
I
was
re-organizing
the
cat
food
cans
in
the
pantry.
Well,
for
some
unknown
reason,
Mom
went
and
messed
them
all
up
right
in
front
of
me.
I
got
extremely
upset
with
her.
Oh,
and
I
also
used
to
organize
every
thing
I
could
back
at
daycare
and
Tae
Kwon
Do. As
for
the
germaphobia,
I
think
that
started
around
age
four.
I
always
knew
how
gross
public
restrooms
were.
The
ones
at
daycare
were
certainly
no
exception.
And
I
know
by
kindergarten,
I
didn't
dare
eat
anything
off
the
ground
or
even
have
that
thought
come
close.
My
neighbor
across
the
street
in
kindergarten
once
ate
this
apple
off
his
driveway
and
I
remember
thinking
how
disgusting
that
was
and
that
I
couldn't
believe
he
would
do
that.
And
also
in
day
care,
we
were
once
all
playing
out
in
the
sprinklers
one
hot
day.
Anyway,
this
girl
came
over
and
spit
water
all
over
my
bathing
suit!
The
daycare
people
had
to
restrain
me
because
I
was
really
going
to
go
after
her.
Oh,
and
there
was
this
thing
we
did
in
third
grade
where
this
guest
speeker
came
in
and
told
us
about
the
dangers
of
germs.
Well,
he
had
this
thing
with
him
where
you
could
apparently
see
the
germs
crawling
all
over
your
hands
and
asked
us
if
we
wanted
to
try
it.
I
was
the
only
one
not
to
volunteer
as
I
was
scared
to
death
to
see
them
on
me.
Oh,
and
once
in
tenth
grade,
someone
stuck
gum
on
my
combination
lock.
Everyone
was
telling
me
to
get
over
it
and
pull
it
off,
but
I
couldn't
and
I
was
basically
freaking
out
over
it.
Someone
eventually
pulled
it
off,
but
I
still
couldn't
touch
that
lock.
I
eventually
got
the
janitor
to
open
the
locker
for
me
and
I
soon
switched
lockers,
never
touching
that
combination
again. Well,
there's
everything
I
can
think
of
right
now
about
my
OCD.
And
like
I
said,
if
I
think
of
anything,
I'll
add
it.
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