Nobody is coming to save you
Yesterday, again, someone told me they were "OCD" about cleaning their house. I laugh this kind of thing off, asking if she could come over and clean my house, and then reflected on the idea that the person might, indeed, have OCD. Here is the difference: Person without OCD: I am obsessed with cleaning my house, therefore, I stayed up until 11pm cleaning. Person with OCD: I am obsessed with cleaning my house, therefore, I was unable to go to work because I couldn't stop thinking about a spot of mildew in my shower, but because mildew may not be visible right away, I had to scrub my entire shower with bleach, and then I had to shower three times afterward for fear of personal contamination, then I scratched at a spot on my arm until I scraped off all of the skin because I suspect it touched the mildew. I would never willingly announce to anyone that I have OCD because it is a recipe for a host of undesirable outcomes. Much the same as when someone accuses you ...