This is very, very nice for the OCD brain. Not the kind of OCD that makes a person have a magazine-photograph-ready home, or the kind that makes you a picky eater even though you have no religious or health reasons to avoid certain foods, or the kind that makes you employable as a fabulous detective or pastry chef or other type of precision-intensive career that lands you with a lot of success and admiration. I’m talking about actual, proper, diagnosed obsessive-compulsive *disorder*. The kind that, even if your whole home is kind of slovenly, will actually keep you up nights not because of that, but because ONE SPOON went into the dishwasher with the mouth-part down instead of the handle-part down. Or the kind that makes you have to write a detailed list, but you have to keep re-writing it because you got something out of order and erasing makes your eyes go right to the mark on the page instead of all the useful words on the page. Or the kind of OCD that interferes with one’s ability to get things done or think/make decisions with a clear mind if exactly the wrong thing is in any place but the precisely correct place. T Or the kind that makes you replay conversations you need to have, so often in your own mind that you are convinced you actually had those conversations. Or the kind that wakes you up because a part of the dream puzzled you so much because it was WRONG, that your brain went back to try to edit it over and over till you got it right, and the effort woke you out of the sleep that you’ve needed and not gotten for WEEKS at a stretch. Im talking about the kind of OCD that is so closely tied with chemical depression that doctors don’t actually know which one engenders the other; they just know that they almost always go hand-in-hand in the same patients. You know, the kind of OCD that I have. (Which is lots better since I started taking the meds, but still I don’t think very many people of intelligence and good observational skills would ever mistake me for normal.) So, yeah, I was having a rough OCD morning, and this worked beautifully. Peace is restored in my brain. If you have had a messy morning in which details SLIGHTLY OFF are irritating to you, I suggest checking out this page and feeling serenity settling over you like a warm, soft shawl laid there by perfectly white, peacefully cry-free, doves that refuse to poop until they are not over you.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 16:56:53 +0000
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