Never leave
your bedroom till your bed is made. Why is that crease in the blanket there… it
wasn’t there this morning – someone’s been in my room. What else did they
touch!?
Don’t press
the lift buttons using your fingers – use your house keys. Don’t use your bare
fingers to punch in the numbers in the ATM, use the tip of your fingernail and
quickly disinfect it with hand sanitizer after.
Always
arrange your clothes from light to dark, same goes for everything else – there MUST
always be some form of order in your arrangements.
Disciplined? Maybe.
Obsessive-compulsive? Perhaps.
Tiring and cumbersome? Very much so.
But I guess my case can be
considered quite mild, if you bothered to trawl through the Internet and read
on about even more flabbergasting obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD)
behaviour.
Nonetheless,
I still get mocked by those around me – calling me a freak, obsessive,
germophobe, leceh, ma fan - anything
bad that’s related to having that need to have everything in order so that you
don’t go into a panic attack and start hyperventilating. But really, is it that
bad?
If I had to put a positive spin to my obsessive-compulsive
behaviour, it’ll be – I tend to obsess about perfection and feeling perfect. I
have found that I give up easily when I am trying something new. I think it is
because when you first try something it obviously is going to be far from
perfect, so I tend to associate trying with failing. The one thing that my OCD
has taught me is to have grace for myself. Allow myself to not feel OK but to
not let it consume me. It has helped me
stick to certain self-disciplines.
On the
flipside, there’s a completely opposite trait of those with OCD – often shown
through a symptom called “hoarding”. I’m sure many of us witnessed the
magnificent sight of flying cockroaches during the cleaning out of a particular
3-room unit in Eunos Crescent. The wife was said to be a compulsive hoarder,
who, according to the husband, brought home 2-3 bags of stuff every day, which
became much worse about five years ago. Now, you do the Maths. 2-3 bags each
day, for 5 years.
That’s about 5,000
bags of stuff in one 3-room unit. Things got so bad that these roaches
started “moving” into the home of their next door neighbour. So when some kind souls heard of the plight
of this couple – they did what anyone else wouldn’t think of doing. They
stepped forward to help. They offered to clear out the unit so that these
couple can live in a clean, liveable home.
The sad
thing is this is not necessarily “news” to us anymore. Over the years, we’ve
heard of several other similar scenarios happening throughout our sunny little
island. Perhaps, they hoard because they are sentimental – or feel that they
may find some use for the things that they keep. Perhaps, they’ve wanted that
one particular item for the longest time and found it discarded among someone’s
thrown out junk.
So, what can we, as normal everyday superheroes, do?
We all have
our issues – big or small. But regardless, knowing that we have someone to turn
to or an outlet to seek help from, we can get through it one small step at a
time.
OK, I need
to go sharpen and re-arrange all my (already sharpened and neatly stacked) 2B
pencils now. Taa~
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