OCD will literally remove your brain's ability to register when a task is Complete and then create 10,000 incredibly ridiculous and extremely specific rules for you to follow in every single aspect of your life (to keep you safe, of course, it tells you.) and then tells you that if you don’t do them Correctly and Completely every single time it tells you to (it tells you countless times per day) then the Entire Fucking World Will End and then it’ll do this fucked up thing where it makes you believe that nonsense.
and then people that don’t have it will make silly little jokes about being soooooo OCD and make t-shirts with fun little acronyms on them like Obsessive Coffee Disorder and tell you how much they like it when things are organized and clean, too!!
and then you’re supposed to just. laugh. like you haven’t been robbed of your entire being and potential and been taken over by a mind and life altering disability
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Me: *several WIP requests already in the making*
My brain: *craving Vox fluff like a desperate, starving feral creature*
The way I want him is fucking abnormal. I wanna sink my teeth into that man and THRASH
Not literally
But RAH RAHD RAHSHA GRR AHSB RAHWHSJ
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thinking about how my dad used to tell me, when i was stressed to the point of crying about assignments, that in a few years I wouldn't even remember what the assignments were about. he was right.
I just remember crying so hard I couldn't breathe. Sleepless nights kept awake by the beating of my own heart. Wanting to throw myself off the bridge on my walk home just to get out from under the pressure.
so yeah. i don't remember them. but that wasn't at all what i needed to hear.
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I hate that the only compulsions I have aren't stereotypical ocd compulsions, not because I think it wouldn't also be torture to need to clean or check my locks constantly, but because I feel like I don't actually have ocd if my compulsions are just things like skin picking, pacing, or looking things up repeatedly
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Kinda legit thought I was just fucked up for no reason and my parents lost patience having to put up with it, ya know?
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If you haven't ever been locked in a trunk and tied to a basketball pole don't even talk to me
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I had fun last night but it is WILD learning how fucking tense I am with most people, lol
Put me in a club and I am the makeout boy no problem. Hanging out, knowing the plan is for us to all touch bits? "911, come get me" (not really, but even after we got going I was like 'oh shit, time for me?' I am really learning that I definitely have a stunted sense of the space I can take up with people)
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