And on a completely unrelated side note, our ocd staff person has taken to dousing everything in copious amounts of rubbing alcohol every morning, which leads to a splendid pounding headache for those lucky enough to be adjacent. One could argue that it's better than the bleach.
I remember witnessing a guy in the laundromat I used on South Street in Phillie wipe bleach on every single object (except his clothes) before touching it. After I remove clothes from a dryer, I always spin the barrel a few times to make sure nothing is hiding in the front of the machine. After I did that, he wiped every spot I had touched before transferring his clothes. Must be a hell of a way to go through life.
A friend of mine who is ocd but on medication says, "one day, she'll stop in the middle of the street to count or check something, and she'll get hit by a bus."
But yeah, from a background noise perspective and from a time-effiency standpoint, it must be an exhausting way to live. The time spent just maintaining compulsions is unbelievable--e.g., another twenty minutes before you can go home because you have to slam the toaster cord against the counter a few dozen times and touch all the boxes.
And it's so senseless to suffer like that if you're insured, employed, and have resources. It's very treatable these days and only gets worse. .
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It's like he needs to develop a safety restraint system for his own career.
Hah! No kidding. That's kind of where he peaked.
And on a completely unrelated side note, our ocd staff person has taken to dousing everything in copious amounts of rubbing alcohol every morning, which leads to a splendid pounding headache for those lucky enough to be adjacent. One could argue that it's better than the bleach.
I remember witnessing a guy in the laundromat I used on South Street in Phillie wipe bleach on every single object (except his clothes) before touching it. After I remove clothes from a dryer, I always spin the barrel a few times to make sure nothing is hiding in the front of the machine. After I did that, he wiped every spot I had touched before transferring his clothes. Must be a hell of a way to go through life.
Unbelievable.
A friend of mine who is ocd but on medication says, "one day, she'll stop in the middle of the street to count or check something, and she'll get hit by a bus."
But yeah, from a background noise perspective and from a time-effiency standpoint, it must be an exhausting way to live. The time spent just maintaining compulsions is unbelievable--e.g., another twenty minutes before you can go home because you have to slam the toaster cord against the counter a few dozen times and touch all the boxes.
And it's so senseless to suffer like that if you're insured, employed, and have resources. It's very treatable these days and only gets worse.
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