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Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

I can live in a shabby unkempt room but I can’t eat and leave dirty plates in the same room as I sleep. I can’t have curtains not drawn properly or misaligned. I can’t have hems of covers upturned unevenly. I can’t have drawers left half open. I can choose not to wash my hands after a meal but I have to put the soap evenly on both sides of my face. I have to brush my teeth on each side same number of circular rotations. I have to kick either 3 or no stones I see on the road and straighten the creases. I check my passport enroute to airport 10 times when I very well know I have checked that it’s there. I have umpteen number of times interrupted official meeting telling someone to stop fidgeting with water bottles or shaking their legs… What the hell is that?

It’s called OCD- Obsessive compulsive disorder. I don’t think it’s what I have because my behavior does not fit completely to the definition; but surely its somewhere aligned in that direction.

OCD is an anxiety disorder. It’s called compulsive because it makes a person behave in a compulsive way unless the particular instance he perceives as imbalance is restored. OCD prone people are impulsive, obsessed, compulsive and often self-aware of their actions. It’s a madness or a drive that makes a person do a certain thing repeatedly. They say the most common OCD is regarding hygiene and need for symmetry (ya!)

OCD is commonly found in many people and I bet you know someone or the other who has OCD for something. It is typically found in 1 in 100 adults. It has traces of being genetic and is even found in animals. It develops in people by early adulthood though the reason of developing OCD is not really known. Having said that, God Forbade you know someone with serious OCD problems.

Normal average OCD is what a person has regarding his surroundings. In most of the cases, this person tries to restore balance without really interfering with anyone else’s business. He will be bothered, obsessed and hence go about himself to sort it. Mostly it will not affect anyone else. Picture this, a person walking all the way back to where he started to see if he dropped something on road, when he knows he isn’t carrying anything important. Or commonly found, people going back to check if they switched off an appliance or locked the door when they very well remember that they did. It is attributed to the rationale of no harm in checking instead of regretting. In extreme cases, a person can have OCD to harm people, or go an extra mile to hurt them. Most of the crimes and sadism can be attributed to OCD as well. Harmful or harmless, the common factor behind any type of OCD is the awareness of the prone about futility and senselessness of the exercise.

Having OCD is akin to basic stage of bad stoning- in the sense that your mind gets stuck at something- and you are aware you don’t want that- but you can’t help it. It comes with anxiety. It feels like a danger and unreasonable fear. It is a part of life and co-exists unchallenged for ages unless one consciously addresses the problem.

I know I have OCD of some order. I feel it’s not too bad or difficult to get rid of. At the same time, it’s eventually getting more noticeable and I find myself more often than not trying to suppress my feeling of anxiety towards something in the environment bothering me.

You! Yes, You. The one reading this. If you have been constantly tapping your foot or fingers, you have a problem. An anxiety problem. And that irks me. Okay, I am trying to address my problem but while we are at it, you address yours!

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