So I found a spider in my bed. I am now sleeping on the loveseat, and refusing to use my contaminated blankets and pillows. There’s no particular reason for it, but I have always been extremely arachnophobic. I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the next two weeks, at least. Last time I found a spider in my bed I was on the couch for over a month. I can’t help it. It’s like my OCD. I want to stop organizing everything, but I can’t.
That’s another thing. My mom tries telling me she thinks it’s a misdiagnoses, because my room is a disaster area… but I was talking to Elaine, my supervisor at CT, and her daughter is extremely OCD, like 54964 times more than me, and she’s the same way. She organizes everything, counts her steps, (threes, not fours, like me. I can’t imagine. Three is such an odd, weird number,) the main difference is she was obsessed with cleaning her hands. Apparently she quite often scrubbed her hands raw.
It’s like, we know it’s unrational, but there is nothing we can do to stop it.