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If You've OCD And Ya Know It, Wash Yer Hands
 
# 16 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 17:26
 
 
Someone said :

That must save you a fortune on hover bags

nah we share cleaning and all stuff.. just he pisses me off when I clean and then he cleans after me... does my head in... I was gone for weekend and he bleached the tiles in both bathrooms and also the floors.. I hoovered and mopped floors and polised tiles last week...
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# 17 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 17:37
 
 
Ok.. where to start with this...
I have to make sure picture frames are straight. I get extremely frustrated if there are too many things around me. I tap my thumb along my fingers when walking. I was my hands a ridiculous number of times in the day (and with my profession that's a good thing). My shoes have to be in order from tallest to shortest. I like everything to be even, even even even even
There are more, a lot more but I can't remember them at the moment, or until I do them.
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# 18 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 17:47
 
 
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I buy too many t shirts (as in I have hundreds) the vast majority are navy or blue.....

beat u!

at the end of last year i had over thousand down to maybe two hundred - haven't bought a new one in weeks - i dont go to shops that sell them anymore and have barred myself from ebay
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# 19 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 17:53
 
 
Someone said :
Ok.. where to start with this...
I have to make sure picture frames are straight. I get extremely frustrated if there are too many things around me. I tap my thumb along my fingers when walking. I was my hands a ridiculous number of times in the day (and with my profession that's a good thing). My shoes have to be in order from tallest to shortest. I like everything to be even, even even even even
There are more, a lot more but I can't remember them at the moment, or until I do them.

there were 5 "even"'s in that post... You ok with that??

Oh yeah, I need to pointlessly nitpick on Internet forums
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# 20 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 18:01
 
 
Someone said :

there were 5 "even"'s in that post... You ok with that??

Oh yeah, I need to pointlessly nitpick on Internet forums

Yes because one is in the centre so they can be balanced out.. inhale.. exhale.
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# 21 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 18:12
 
 
Someone said :
My house mate does my head in with OCD.. he see's a finger print on the fridge and cleans it dramatically over and over again, even when there are people over for drinks he goes around and cleans and picks little speckles off the floor... so annoying.

Could you send him over here for about a week?
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# 22 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 18:17
 
 
Someone said :

nah we share cleaning and all stuff.. just he pisses me off when I clean and then he cleans after me... does my head in... I was gone for weekend and he bleached the tiles in both bathrooms and also the floors.. I hoovered and mopped floors and polised tiles last week...

Sounds like you have a wife there, my advice is to sit back Al Bundy style and let the bitch get on with it and if she can make you the odd sandwich and bring a beer in between washing the floor and cleaning the oven then thats a total score, give her the odd pat on the arse during her cleaning duties and you'll even get your ironing done and if you are really nice she may even polish your helmet
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# 23 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 19:03
 
 
Ha ha @ all the cleaning issues. That's not OCD just common sense

Whenever I leave the house I sometimes have to go back several times to check that I locked up properly. It's so embarassing! (To combat it - it helps if I don't do lockups on Autopilot)
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# 24 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 19:22
 
 
I am not as bad as when I was a kid. When I was very young, between about 10 and 14 I used to wake up in the middle of the night and pace around the house crying because I thought I had to count to a million and I would be doing it walking around the house. My poor mother used to have to get up and stop me.

Now I dont mind it so much. The list of things I still do are

I count out the letters in a word on my fingers until it lands on my last finger evenly.
General counting things like counting all the windows on a house or something
If I am high up like on a balcony I feel that I might jump off, not that I want to kill myself but just that I might not be able to stop myself. Same goes for wanting to steer into traffic in the car
Sometimes I am worried I am going to say something I am thinking out loud.
I cant eat a lot of food because of the texture. Like I love strawberries and I love yoghurt but the texture of yoghurt with the lumps of strawberries makes me want to puke

Yea I am crazy I know
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# 25 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 19:33
 
 
Yeah I get the car thing. Think its just the ease at which it could happen makes it really freaky!
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# 26 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 19:39
 
 
If i see a taggy (those silky things on the collar/seam of clothes), i have to flick it between my fingers. Laundry day is a fuckin nightmare
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# 27 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 19:55
 
 
Someone said :
If I am high up like on a balcony I feel that I might jump off, not that I want to kill myself but just that I might not be able to stop myself.

Thats actually quite normal, nearly everyone has had that feeling when looking down from a height, it's not thoughts of suicide it's just a natural "survival of the species" genetic thought, some doctors say that it's a genetic throwback from the same urge that causes lemmins to jump off cliffs, very selfish people don't feel it because to them self preservation is their top priorty but if you are in any way feeling a certain amount of guilt about who or what you are you'll feel it. It's not really conscious as such, it's more kind of like an itch at the back of your mind that tells you that if you took that step then everyone would be better off without you but don't5 worry you can't act on it, even though it feels like you just want to jump there's a part of you brain that will always stop you, it's the part connected to your inharbitory nerve but drink knocks it off, it's kinda what stops us doing stupid things like running down a street naked so the lesson here is never lean over the edge of a tall building after drinking half a quart of Vodka and you should be ok
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# 28 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 20:00
 
 
One of my best friends has this too, she's a demon for "taggies" -she calls them that too. you could be chatting in a pub and realise she's not let go since you first hugged her but she's her fingers in your collar feeling your taggie.

I'm weird with hamburgers. I eat one bite of all the layers together and then i have to eat each layer separately.
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# 29 : Monday 26-4-2010 @ 20:05
 
 
Someone said :
One of my best friends has this too, she's a demon for "taggies" -she calls them that too. you could be chatting in a pub and realise she's not let go since you first hugged her but she's her fingers in your collar feeling your taggie.

I'm weird with hamburgers. I eat one bite of all the layers together and then i have to eat each layer separately.

She's not called Elle by any chance? That's be mad if it was the same girl im thinking of! Im not into interfering with other peoples taggies though. No means no
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# 30 : Thursday 29-4-2010 @ 06:04
 
 
I'm compulsive about making sure everything is locked too. I also have developed a bad habit of leaving my keys inside my laboratory and the door automatically locks when shut. So I've developed a new compulsion of going through every pocket multiple times to make sure I have the keys, even touching them three or four times to make sure.

My mom's compulsion is the inability to throw food away. She grew up hungry a lot, so I can understand her gut reaction to throwing perfectly good food away; however, she's not an impoverished girl in 1940's Chicago anymore, and we had plenty of groceries. Too many groceries in fact. She believes if it's in the refrigerator, it lasts forever. She believes if it's a dry good that it lasts forever.

One day my sister-in-law and I were hungry and decided to fix some lunch while at Mom's house. We opened the cupboard and took out a box of Spanish flavored Rice-a-Roni. We cooked it up and noticed it didn't smell very good, and when we finally tasted it, it was really awful. That's when we noticed the expiration date on the box. 1991.

It was 2008.

We later went through her fridge and found a jar of pickles from 1988 way in the back. I thought they looked familiar.

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