There are several things that I do that I cannot explain to others, nor can others understand. For example, when writing all of the letters have to touch the line or I will cross the word out and rewrite it; when loading the dishwasher I cannot let any of the plated touch or I feel physically in pain; I always have to turn plates the correct way round; my bad always has to be arranged in a certain way; if I say something wrong, misread a word or setence, or hear somebody say something incorrectly then I HAVE to correct it, however long after the incident has occured it is that I notice; all scraps of paper I keep and collect on my notice board, which I haven't taken anything off for four years now, including all receipts gathered over the past four years; the shower curtain has to be inside the bath and I am always rearranging the soap and toothbrushes to how I want them to be, and I always turn the toilet roll so that the open end touches the wall; I have to slepp with the window open, light and radio on; in the kitchen I am constantly pushing the chairs in to touch the table, and if they are not in then I feel physically in pain, etc... The biggest thing that affects me is certain doors having to be either open or closed, as I am constantly opening doors that need to be kept shut and vice versa. Everything always has to be just so. When I was younger, I used to feel that one side of the room was 'hotter' than the other, and so would foccus my attention on the otherside, until they balanced in my head, but then one side would become hotter than the other again, and this idea of 'hotter' and 'colder' would happen with anything, and at one stage it caused me to repetitively blink so that my eyelids were balanced, so much so that my parents took me to the doctors, but I didn't know how to explain it so they sent me home. I aso used to have this thing where my head would constantly be saying swear words and I couldn't stop, and consequently was always paranoid that I would accidentally say them out loud and get into trouble, only being 5 or 6. Now, my parents always joke at me about having OCD, although never having seen a doctor about it, but yell at me for neating tableclothes and closing doors, and say that I should make my symptoms more useful, for example by excessively cleaning, because I don't think that they understand how much I just have to do these things. I hate talking to people, so a therapist is my idea of living hell. Do I actually have OCD, or are my symptoms simply related to other things, or not related at all? What should I do about it?