Just A Little Crazy

I don’t feel like I have OCD completely, I know that I have some control over it. What drives me crazy are things that are not even or have some sort of not being in order. I have taken those picture quizzes that ask “How OCD Are You?” and I find that most of those pictures give me some sort of anxiety. Like a picture of all blue M&Ms with one red one in the mix drives me nuts. It’s like why the one red? Why not just put all blue? Why the one red? Things that are out of order or things that are not lined up properly make me nuts but I can usually control it to where I will only make sure that the things that are mine are perfect, I will not straighten or move things that do not belong to me. I think that says something important.

I feel bad for my husband Jake, he suffers with this everyday, not because he has OCD but because I sort of do. He gets blamed for things when they are not where they should be. Even though the majority of the time it is not his fault, I still blame him because there is no way that I would have done that, right? Well, I can also be forgetful so usually it is me that forgets to put things back but sometimes it is him, so he gets blamed most of the time. He response when I confront him about such things is to “Yes, I moved it just to irritate you”, which makes me realize that I’m blaming him for my OCD. Which isn’t fair to him but I am grateful that he can be a good sport about it.

When we first moved in with each other, we had to share a closet. We moved into a one bedroom apartment. It took some getting used to. I had my closet organized a certain way and I tried to get him to organize his side the same way but he never would so I would move his clothes to where I wanted them. I never got upset when he wouldn’t put things back where I had them, I would just move them back again. I would get annoyed that he wouldn’t keep his clothes in the spot where I thought they should go but I never said anything to him about it because this was my hang up not his and I shouldn’t be making him do things that really are not a big deal. He never went out of his way to put things in the “wrong spot” but he just never paid attention to where his clothes went because in his head it didn’t matter.

So if I wanted him to respect me and my craziness I need to respect the fact that the things that bother me don’t bother him and I can’t make him crazy too by getting mad at him for not putting his clothes back right. What I do is just move them so it makes sense in my head and he respects that and never gets upset that I move his clothes. A good compromise.

Thanks everyone for reading, hope you stick around.


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