At the age of 6, I remember needing the food on my plate to be separate and not touch (thank God for those plastic divided plates). I remember taking fork fulls of my food around my plate in a clockwise manner. I would chew one bite of food on my left side and the next bite on the right a total of 32 times every bite. At the age of 10, I needed to be equal. If my handed rested on my right leg I would need my hand to rest on my left leg for the same time. If I leaned on my left arm I would need to lean on my right. At age 14, I started high school- and counting began. I would count my steps from one class to another and always need to end on a "good" number. Passing time killed me as I was being bumped all the time and still needed to be "even". At the age of 16, I got my first job. My counting was out of control. I counted my steps, packages, hooks, EVERYTHING.










