The Art of OCD

I ought to be an expert at this. Living with an officially diagnosed OCD(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) brother and a sister who self-proclaims this condition(she does have it too). OCD happens when a person has a compulsion to do something every time. Take washing hands for example:(my brother)

“I need to wash my hands.”

“Um, okay.”

*WASHES EXCESSIVELY, SPENDS 1 MINUTE WASHING THOROUGHLY WITH 1 FULL SQUEEZE OF SOAP*

*smells hands, contented face*

*accidentally touches chair.**smells hands**face contorts*

*repeats washing*

Apparently they have a distaste for ‘dirty’ or ‘smelly’ things and contamination which leads them to do excessive washing. But this is obviously not the only condition. My sister has an issue with carelessly strewn books. She needs her books to be neatly stacked on a bookshelf, in accordance to either: colour of spine, title, genre or some other weird way. If the books get messed up, all hell breaks loose. She also spends a few minutes everyday wiping them. It’s a good practice. If only she’d do that for my books. When someone gets her to do something while she’s cleaning her books, they’d better hide their asses. The worst thing is, that’s not her only OCD.

I spent a few minutes that could count as an hour or so researching on types of OCD, the real term for them and all. The OCD has to:

  • Consume excessive amounts of time (approximately an hour or more).
  • Cause significant distress and anguish.
  • Interfere with daily functioning at home, school, or work; or interfere with social activities/ family life/relationships.

to be considered a real OCD than a habit. If you’ve got time, do research on this interesting topic so you can better understand some people. It’s a good thing to know more!

Okay, let’s talk about MY many OCDs. (if you’re interested!) I tend to do a lot of checking the locks in my house before I leave. It makes me feel safer for the house. And, when I’m skimming through the newspaper for eye-catching articles and a small irrelevant article catches my eye, I’d try to skip it, but as I turn the page, guilt sinks into me and I’d worry it’s important for my future or something that’s going to happen so I can’t concentrate on anything, and I go about reading it. OH! I do have a habit of calling my family members when I feel somewhat worried about them which makes them really pissed at the intrusion of a phone call. It starts with a newspaper article or something similar on accidents or murder or scary things.*touches wood* I’d think back to where my family members are, are they in a car?, etcetera . Following that, I’ll question around the house. Before fear gets the best of me and I pick up the house phone to ring them up.

OCD is actually a play on your fears. You fear contamination, get your hands washed. You fear accidents, check, check, and check. It makes us feel vulnerable yet powerful at the same time. We’d feel exposed to all these elements we’re not comfortable with, be it a misplaced book, a smelly sock or a missing key, that makes us worried, scared. But when we solve the small little problems, you’d feel good about yourself, grin like a mad child with 4 packets of Skittles(me). But if your OCD isn’t as mild as mine(mine is really mild, it doesn’t get in the way of many things), do get yourself checked. Living through a seriously obsessive OCD isn’t desirable. (We had to get my brother checked because we were all worried. He’s better now, he doesn’t wash his hands as much) If you don’t get yourself helped, it may affect people around you which sucks for them and you.

I have 2 packets of Skittles now, and I’ve checked the door lock. I am a happy child.

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