Why OCD is OK with me

pexels-photo-125437I have borderline OCD along with being bipolar.  You would think I would have a spotless house, desk, car etc., right?

Not the case . . . at all.

My OCD involves smelling my hands.  And it involves my socks.  Not smelling my socks.

We’ll cover the socks first.  I can’t stand to have dirty or wet socks on.  Dirty socks consist of any time my socks touch the floors of somewhere other than my home.  Or, they are dirty if I remove them . . . such as for a massage.  I can’t put those same socks back on because they are dirty.  When I’m stressed, or my anxiety is high, I tend to change my socks more often . . . even when they haven’t gotten ‘dirty”.  I just feel better when I change my socks.  On bad days, I might change my socks a dozen times.  On a good day I average about 3 pairs.  And, the care of the socks is another issue.  They must be washed in hot water with bleach.  If my clean socks don’t smell like bleach, I won’t put them on.  As a result, I typically own 30 or more pairs of white socks at any one time.

The other issue of smelling my hands is odd . . . even I have to say it.  Often times, when I touch something with a weird texture (or especially if I don’t like the texture) I feel the urge to smell my hand.

Now, I have spoken with a medical professional about these things.  And, it was determined that, as long as it didn’t interfere with my daily life, I had the choice as to whether or not I wanted to take meds for it.  I opted to not medicate at that time.

So, there it is.  My freakishness is out in the open.  And I’m ok with it.

Peace, Love & Coping Mechanisms

Hoosier Barn Chick

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