My psychiatrist-diagnosed OCD doesn’t have a lot of the “compulsions” — truly they don’t affect my life much. Organizing clothes in rainbow order, volume/temperature needing to be an even number or a multiple of 5, that kind of thing. My obsessions are absolute hell, so many horrible intrusive thoughts. I don’t even want to say the shit my mind makes up and then drives me into sobbing panic attacks that have on occasion caused me to think about self-exit. Don’t worry I’m safe, I’d never voluntarily leave my kids. I didn’t even tell anyone until I was at that low point bc I was so ashamed, like how fk’ed up is my broken mind that I come up with this stuff?? And the reason that I don’t give examples is I’m terrified of putting the images into others’ minds. I absolutely hate “I’m so OCD.” It’s not cute. It’s not a quirk. It’s not even an adjective!