WOW.

Thanks for the response. You explained it better than any article I have read over the last few weeks, and believe me, I've read a ton of them. I too, have taken umpteen quizzes and they all say the same thing.

Looking back, I should have seen it a long time ago. Spelling the last word I say over and over in my mind to the point I'm not listening to the person I am talking to until I get done.

Saying the last word I say backwards. (What the hell is THAT about?)

Making and unmaking the beds, tying and untying my shoes over and over until they felt just right.

Could I stop if I tried? Sadly, No. Maybe if someone was hovering over me willing to smack me in the back of the head when I start doing "things". Of course, that might get tiresome after awhile.

I just figured I was just fussy about things. Didn't we used to call it being a perfectionist?

I had a great childhood. I can't look back on my life and say where ANYTHING was ever bad.People say their parents didn't hug them enough.....so on and so on. That wasn't my life. I look back with nothing but fond memories.

But the last 2 weeks has really knocked me for a loop. I feel like everything has come to a sreeching halt. There is NO WAY I would/could ever talk openly about any of this. It just isn't me. Dr's and Therapists are for people who are sick. The very thought of talking out loud about it is making me sweaty even as I type this.

I don't know what ticks me off more, The thought of having it or the thought of people KNOWING I have it.