Posts by crimsontinker7

stormymason5 said:I'm not joking. I have no idea what basis anyone would have to commit me to a hospital in New York City; nobody even knows about this, and even if they did, that alone isn't enough to get someone institutionalized.
I really don't think it's severe enough to warrant a trip to a psychiatrist.
Clearly, I can manage, considering I've been living like this for a year already. It's just that I've only recently started wondering if this is actually as normal as I originally thought.

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You seriously have zero skill when it comes to trolling, whoever you think you are... 😛

I’ve been wondering lately... what kind of dreams do blind people actually have? hmmm...

I’ll be the first to admit I fall for those strong nervous tics too. But let's not jump straight to diagnosing someone with OCD... It’s probably just a naturally high-strung personality. Does he bite his nails?

Morgan Bishop4 said:you have to pour water on yourself to show someone you're finished? that sounds kinda pointless 🤷

And I'm thinking maybe it has something to do with control. Like, do you generally feel like you don't have control over your life? Or like things just happen and they aren't how you want them to be? Maybe you're just trying to compensate by exerting control over those tiny little things...

man, I don't have those issues with my business 😁 I mean, just fold a sheet a few extra times, or wipe, or refold it if your precious little measurement isn't cutting it... or just deal with being messy later? 🤷 Or just use what you need... sometimes one square does the trick, sometimes you need half a roll, whatever 😁 )

Generally speaking, the whole thing makes zero sense 🙂
And I'm not sold on your theory about control, to be honest...
🤣 Anyway, the bathroom stuff doesn't bother me anymore. I've moved past those problems 😉

Morgan Bishop4 said:I saw this woman on some documentary once who dealt with a much more intense version of this disorder... basically, the second she walked through her front door from wherever she’d been, she’d strip off every single stitch of clothing and just dump it right there in the hallway floor, and leave it there for a full 24 hours!! (She couldn't even touch it, because in her mind, it would somehow "reset" or cancel out whatever she had built up over those 24 hours... you know how these things go, it's all in the head) and then she’d go scrub herself down super aggressively, just scrubbing away. And man, she washed her hands so constantly that they were literally raw and red up to her elbows sometimes!!! It was mostly centered around bacteria, obsessive hygiene, stuff like that.

So, she started therapy, and bit by bit, she began doing things on purpose—like intentionally not washing her hands after eating, or putting back on the same clothes, maybe even wearing something that might have been dirty... or petting the cat and just not washing up afterward... etc. And things actually got better after that... at least her hands weren't so bloody and irritated from all the washing anymore.

There was also this guy who had to count everything. Everything he laid eyes on, he had to count, and he couldn't find any peace until he finished the count...

And another guy who had to "cancel out" everything (sort of like how you wash your face), like if he did one action, he had to immediately follow it up with another specific action to "undo" the first one, just to keep everything in some kind of balance... :/

Look, if this is starting to actually mess with your head, maybe look into getting some professional help, or if you think you can tackle it yourself, just try taking tiny baby steps... like someone suggested making an asymmetrical sandwich or something like that.

Honestly, I think we all have these little quirks or weird habits... like, I always wipe down my mouse after my sister touches it (and she always manages to get it gross), or when I'm walking along a sidewalk outside, I always try not to step on the cracks... or if my stride is going a certain way, I'll try to land my foot exactly in the middle of the line... :/ and then sometimes I'll purposely step on it with just part of my foot, just so I don't become obsessed with it.

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This whole thing is giving me the creeps...
Over the last few months, I’ve started washing my hands after every little thing. I don't know. Touch the carpet, wash hands. Eat a candy bar, wash hands. Sometimes even just opening a door—touching a handle—though not every single time, just whenever the urge hits. Basically everything.

I make sure I'm never late. If I have class at 7:30, I set my alarm for 6:30. It’s a nice, round number, so I still make it on time...
Maybe you have OCD too :P
It doesn't matter if you aren't obsessed with round numbers; you're clearly obsessed with something else.
The thing is, I perform these rituals constantly, but I wouldn't say I'm totally addicted to them. I can break my own rules whenever I want without it being a massive crisis. Sometimes it gets a bit annoying, though. Like when I shower, I always have to pour water over a specific part of my body at the very end. It's my signal that the shower is done. 😁 Yesterday, it was actually hard not to do it. I was sitting there thinking, "Do I pour the water or not? Should I or shouldn't I?" In the end, I didn't do it. It was tough to push past in the moment, but nothing bad happened.

But the absolute worst part was when I was taking a crap (excuse my French), and I wasn't allowed to use more toilet paper than my self-imposed limit. And then, after hitting that number, I'd realize—damn it—that I wasn't clean yet, but I couldn't help myself. So what am I supposed to do? Just get dressed and move on. I don't do that anymore, but back then, it was a total pain in the ass... I don't know, Morgan Bishop4, do you deal with stuff like this?

Lawrence White16 said:So, are you still doing the whole thing with the salami and cheese? Just curious! 🙂 Honestly, whenever I crank up the volume, I end up having to fiddle with the knob—turning it way up then immediately back down—just to get the vibe right! Hahaha...

Look, I didn't grab a sandwich today, 😁 so I'll let you know about that tomorrow.
See, I’ve never had that issue where I need to fiddle with the volume constantly. But I do have these ridiculous little rules depending on what I'm listening to. For certain genres, the volume level has to be absolute. I actually measure how much I turn the knob... down to the millimeter. Just set it once to the perfect level and leave it alone... 😉

Lawrence White16 said:Oh, absolutely!! So, are you going wild today? Because honestly... I’m feeling pretty intense myself!! I think I might even push it even further... though, to be fair, I haven't quite figured out the trick to it yet... so let's just see how far this goes!

I suppose I am.
Whenever I feel the urge to perform some kind of ritual, I make sure to do it differently on purpose 🙂

Look, this could easily be an entire thread dedicated to treating OCD 🙂

James Turner3 said:Someone mentioned just "chilling out," and honestly, maybe you should try being a little wild instead. Just break a few rules once in a while and see if you actually get punished; I bet you'll realize those "mistakes" don't actually matter, and the only thing that really mattered was the satisfaction of doing things perfectly in the first place. Like, take that sandwich of yours—try throwing the deli meat on all crooked and messy. You'll see the sandwich isn't any less delicious, it won't poison you, and it certainly won't give you crooked teeth. I guess all that effort to make it symmetrical was only for your own sake while you were making it.

I’m saying this from experience, because when I was a kid, I had this habit where every time I scuffed my sneakers against the floor, I’d feel like I’d somehow "damaged" them. I felt like I had to walk backward just to "fix" the scuff. It wasn't even noticeable, but it became this weird compulsion. Then one day, I realized sneakers are built to handle a little wear and tear. So, the next time it happened, I just stomped even harder in the same direction, and seeing that my shoe didn't fall apart was a total epiphany (🤣). I haven't done any of that nonsense since.

🤣 🤣 Fine, I'll give it a shot 😁

Oh, man, exactly! That thing with the sneaker? I do that with pretty much everything! I feel this frantic need to correct an action because I have this nagging sensation that I've altered something permanent. Obviously, I know logically that I haven't (I'm not actually that crazy...), but the impulse is just there, driving you to fix it. You described that feeling perfectly.

I tried being wild too... but after a while, I realize I haven't cleaned everything up properly, and then I just get this constant internal nagging that things aren't right!!

I'm the same way. Except I never took it that seriously. There were plenty of times I'd just stop and ask myself, wait a minute, who is the actual lunatic here? 😁
I only recently realized that it's okay to let go.
There's something else, though—not sure if you guys deal with this too. When I wake up and look at the clock, say it's 9:36 AM, I feel like I can't leave bed until 10:00 sharp because I can only get up on the hour. But enough of that crap, I'm cutting these stupid habits out. I just wonder... is it actually possible to reach a point where you don't even think about them anymore? Hmm... 🤔

Fair enough. But look, even in the United States, where the penalties are way more severe than what we see here, crime rates are still through the roof. Meanwhile, you look at places like Scandinavia, where the punishments are practically nonexistent, yet they have incredibly low crime rates...

Lawrence White16 said:haha... what a quiz! Honestly, you explain things so well that I actually feel kind of cool knowing I deal with the same glitches too, haha!! It’s wild! Sometimes I just freeze up for maybe 10 or 15 minutes—it's like my brain turns into a total computer crash...!! I remember back in the day, when I was out grabbing a drink and would head back to my desk, I'd find myself setting things down and then picking them right back up again, like ten times in a row... man... talk about a total system error!!

Yeah, that's exactly it. 🙂
It doesn't happen all the time now. Mostly, I can manage those movements without much trouble. But occasionally, I'll move something five times in a row and put it right back where it was for absolutely no reason. It's like this overwhelming urge, some kind of force... like you aren't even in control of yourself

I read somewhere that a few hundred years ago, people thought anyone with OCD was possessed by the devil, so they'd perform exorcisms on them regularly 😉
And even as recently as the early 60s, doctors were "treating" these people with lobotomies and electroshock therapy...
I know for a fact that everything just gets worse once I start obsessing over it 😁

It’s a nuisance, a total distraction. Right now, I’m practically twitching every twenty seconds just because I have headphones clamped onto my head 😁 And honestly, the irritation is starting to set in...
What really gets to me—as I touched on earlier—is when I’m reading or watching a movie and I feel this compulsion to repeat every second or third word I encounter. Then, I’ll get stuck on one specific word and end up obsessively repeating it twenty times in every possible way. It drives me absolutely insane, but I can't help it; it's like an impulse I can't override. I just have to say that damn word 😁
I think I might be on the verge of a complete meltdown, haha

casualharbor9 said:I’m with you on that, @crimsontinker7; the process of how they come to be is pretty much as you described. But the real question—at least from my perspective—is how we actually neutralize these so-called monsters before they ever get the chance to act...

If we can catch the symptoms early enough, maybe they should be forced into some kind of intensive, deep-dive psychotherapy 🤷

Psychopaths are born that way. Sociopaths? They’re products of their environment... shaped by the world they grow up in.
I honestly believe it all comes down to genetics—or maybe even more so to what a child absorbs before they hit age three. What gets burned into them during those formative years sticks for life. It doesn't have to be some extreme case of domestic violence, either; sometimes it's just small, subtle parenting mistakes. Kids at that age are like sponges, soaking up every single thing they perceive. That foundation dictates everything about their future personality... whether they turn out stubborn, depressed, aggressive, and so on. It's basic cause and effect. For instance, someone who feels bitter about life might turn toward spirituality to cope, while someone else might lash out and hurt animals just to vent their rage. Everyone has their outlet.

Lawrence White16 said:Hey there! Just wanted to jump in here and share my two cents... I honestly feel like I’m reading a mirror image of what the author is going through. There are so many similarities. I’ve always had these little mental rituals that I play out in my head—you know, those little patterns we create for ourselves? But lately, things have shifted from just being "rituals" into actual physical tics. It’s getting a bit intense. I can usually manage to keep them under control when I’m out in public—just play it cool, right?—but once I’m home alone, it’s a different story. I’ll find myself blinking uncontrollably, making weird faces, or shaking my head just because I can't seem to stop until my brain finally tells me everything is "okay." It’s exhausting. Honestly, I feel like I'm losing my mind a little bit because I'm just not sure how to handle this anymore. Even as I'm typing this, a tic just hit me because something didn't feel quite right! My immediate reaction is to visualize a perfect scenario in my head to "fix" the feeling, and then—bam—the tension breaks. Seriously, people... if anyone out there actually knows what this is or how to deal with it, please help! Thank you!

Yeah, I get sucked into those tics pretty easily too, haha.
It’s usually because I get that nagging feeling that something isn't quite right... But they eventually die down after a while.

It’s a monstrous society. How is that little kid ever going to develop a conscience or a sense of right and wrong when the entire culture is raising them to be monsters? Sometimes, it isn't even the individual's fault...

Take a look at what they're teaching kids over in Iraq http://www.truthtube.tv/play.php?vid=2008

Brenda Cooper3 said:I was scrolling through Facebook earlier and stumbled upon this group...
Punishment for the monster who cut off a dog's four legs

And the photo of the dog:




Honestly, humanity is a lost cause. This world is just going to hell...☕

😲 This is twisted!

I remember reading in the news once about two twenty-year-old guys at a party who murdered a girl, then cooked her up with some potatoes the next morning and served her to her roommate, who had absolutely no idea what she was eating.
Nothing shocks me anymore...

P.S. Thank God people like that are the exception...

That's what I read, some brainless Goths🙄
Now they can just rot in prison

Mark Palmer said:Maybe it stems from that fear of losing your mother... regardless of the pregnancy or whatever else. It’s almost like you're a kid thinking this might be the last time you see her. Hmmm. Your situation is certainly an interesting one... though I truly hope things don't spiral out of control and that everything turns out okay. 🙂

As if I'd know about something like that, since nobody even told me where she was headed. All I saw was her leaving, and then she hasn't been seen for over a month.

Mark Palmer said:It might actually help if you understood what happened during that third year... maybe talk to your parents or something. Deep down, the cause and the cure are already there 😉

Mama was pregnant at the time. She ended up being hospitalized for a few days, and she told me I was crying incessantly while she was gone. During that same window, they sent me away to the coast with my grandparents for a month. My grandma told Mama that I became impossible to deal with—just constant whimpering and never satisfied. She mentioned one night there was a massive thunderstorm and I absolutely lost it. But again, nobody knows for certain why it all went down like that... After a while, Grandma noticed I started stuttering. She kept correcting me, telling me how ugly it sounded and that I needed to speak properly. Mama says when I finally came home, I was completely broken. I just wasn't the same kid anymore...