For the love of god OCD IS NOT ABOUT CLEANING! OCD is obsessive compulsive disorder. It is about having rituals you HAVE to complete for your own mental wellness. For example, having to turn a light on and off or you think you or your family will die. People are not "just a bit OCD" about something if they have to have things a certain way, it just means they are fussy about something that matters to them. It doesn't mean if they don't do it they think something awful will happen.
There are people on here with OCD and it is incredibly disrespectful and stigmatising to them, to suggest that Sir Noncealot has it. Unless you are formally diagnosed by a psychiatrist, you have no right to go around appropriating a very severe mental illness for clout on social media.
Sorry but this make me furious! I do not have OCD but I do have other stigmatised mental illnesses and I want to scream when ppl diagnose themselves left right and centre to seem quirky or as a get of jail free card to deflect blame and criticism.
Well said
My Husband has OCD, properly diagnosed as you described and it makes his life a misery sometimes. His revolves around numbers and patterns of numbers. He flicks switches a certain number of times, he taps things, he will pick up and put things down over and over because he's not happy with how the base hit the table, and he's not allowed the TV remote because if he changes the channel and it lands on someone halfway through a sentence he will flick backwards and forwards until he hits a gap in the conversation. THAT is how much it can control his life sometimes. Luckily it only flares up really badly these days when he's stressed or worried about something. Day to day it's mostly just the tapping, but in the past it's been heartbreaking to watch him struggle. I've had comments about how lucky I am to have a husband with OCD because people assume he cleans non-stop, but he is the messiest person I know!
I have a friend who suffered really badly with OCD around cleaning and germs. It wasn't about getting fingerprints off glass, or marks off fake marble floors. It was bleaching her own skin until it bled to kill germs, and scrubbing the entire bathroom, with every chemical available, everytime anyone used the toilet. She would disinfect all her groceries when she got home from the supermarket. Luckily, she's doing well now, thanks to going private for some very intense therapy.
Their house is a
tit hole. They're living on top of each other in a clapped-out old van, with no proper bathroom facilities, and wearing the same dirty clothes for days on end. There's no way he's got OCD.