Aww, Darkpurple, that's awful! That sounds a lot like my dad's upbringing, with nothing less than perfection expected of him as a little kid. I have a lot of rampant perfectionism like that, too, though I have no particular reason behind it. I cry when I feel I'm not absolutely up to par. Which is a lot. =___=;
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's not just dirt, because I don't have too much of a problem with dirt or general nastiness and gunk itself. I appreciate all your thoughts, guys.
My mom thinks it may have something to do with a babysitter she left me with once. The sitter was kind of an old lady and going senile, unbeknownst to my mom at the time, and she said when she went into the lady's bathroom, it was absolutely filthy and she stopped letting her keep me. I was three at the time, I believe? Weirdly, I don't remember any of this at all, but my other memories of stuff happening to me at that age are pretty clear. All I know about that whole incident is from what my mom told me, so I have no idea.