I think this post is pretty much self-explanatory. I have OCD. It’s self-diagnosed, of course!
I had been having doubts for a while about my OCD. So, one day, I decided to look up the symptoms on the internet. I know what you’re thinking. Is she crazy? Everybody knows you never, ever go on the internet for a self-diagnosis! That’s like the first rule of the internet. Wait, is it? Well, if it isn’t, it should be!
So. I looked up the symptoms. And surprise, surprise, I had OCD. I was thinking about how to break this gently to my mother. And, I just blurted it out of course! And, it pretty much went like this:
Me: Mom, I have OCD.
That’s it. Not even an I-have-to-tell-you-something. Just straight out blurting.
Me: That’s it? That’s all you have to say?! Mom: And you know you have OCD because?
Me: I looked it up on the internet, of course!
Mom: *nods head in an understanding way* Ah.
Me: Do you not realize how serious this is? I could become Sheldon. Or worse- horrified expression- Adrian Monk!
(Yes, my mom watches all the TV shows I watch, too. And, for those of you who don’t know who Monk is, he is an extremely brilliant detective who has OCD. That guy has MAJOR issues!)
Mom: If you become Monk, I’m not taking care of you, young lady!
Me: *stands there with hands on hips and an indignant expression*
Well, that’s just amazing!
I may have exaggerated a teeny tiny bit, but let’s not go into that. *sheepish expression*
And then, I proceeded to look into it a bit more. And, turns out, OCD is not psychological, but rather, biological. Well, it’s good to know that at least I’m not crazy. Although, that’s still debatable.
But, seriously guys. I do have OCD. I mean, do you not see the period at the end of each of my titles? But, don’t worry, it’s still self-diagnosed.