See it’s funny because I have some obsessions and compulsions that I’ve talked about with my doc that do sound quite OCD-ish that have ebbed and flowed over time and we/I realized they are somewhat triggered by physical illness that doesn’t get looked at, and I probably had PANDAS as a kid so now basically sore throats make me do a lot of high school geometry and combine the “answers” in my surroundings with superstitions and then I’m “not allowed to step in specific places without placing my feet at a certain angle,” until I basically opposite-action my way back to not constantly thinking about it (which I struggled so much in middle school/high school until I’m like “this is fking ridiculous no one else gets knee injuries if they don’t touch corners,” and essentially practiced opposite action before I knew it was a thing but only with doing something just because anxiety told me to rather than because it was harmful. I’ll proudly be a slave to my lordly shame but not to irrational fear I guess haha.

But until I moved into a studio the size of some people’s closets I was soooo far from a neat freak unless you count multiple showers a day but that’s more a PTSD/post-flashback “cleansing of the crime” than a true obsession/compulsive trait. Now I just have room for like a third the dishes/utensils/kitchenware that would be convenient and am self-conscious about being gross so clean our shared tenant bathroom more than anyone else (mostly to get rid of purging evidence or just the frequent GI upset messes though) and make sure dishes are clean and I don’t have “no dishes” excuse if I want to eat. My spoon, fork, knife, bottle opener, screwdriver, and some other shyt was all one “camping utensils” but that got annoying so I broke it to two pieces and if I use a spoon I only have to clean the spoon/knife/bottle opener half instead of the whole thing if it all gets food on it, and I can use the knife and the fork at the same time with different hands now.