ocd in pop culture: oh my god, I’m like super organized! like everything has to be tidy for me or else I just go nuts!!! like my folders aren’t color coded rn and it’s pissing me offffff. hold on, I gotta go adjust them. sorry, it’s a little quirk of mine, y’know?
ocd in actuality: did i look at these corners enough? no, i have to scan the corners again or else everything feels unclean and dirty.
-i had to wash my hands so much that my skin started cracking and now I’m bleeding all over the sink, but i still feel unsatisfied.
-oh, i’m zoning out? sorry if it looks that way or if I’m not talking. my brain just keeps repeating this extremely offensive slur that I can’t even reclaim and I very badly do not want to repeat it but my brain keeps telling me I’m going to do it. so I’m just keeping my mouth shut because I’m afraid the word will slip out even though I don’t want to say the word and have no intentions of doing so.
-i wanted to go hang out with my dog today but while hanging out i got thoughts I didn’t want about having sex with my dog. and even though I don’t want to act on them and I think they’re disgusting, I still feel the need to stay away from her in case I harm her because I’m afraid.
-real event ocd has completely ruined my memory. i no longer know who i am as a person and i never trust myself morally. my memory has been sabotaged and past events feel like a blur because I can’t trust my brain to recollect them properly.