OCD, ADD or any other type of Ds

[Letho]

So, I was wondering, do any of you people suffer from any kind of disorder like those mentioned in the title? I was primarily wondering because (I think) I suffer from a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder, though probably a rather slight case of it. So here are some of the weird things I do:

- I do my best not to walk on cracks on the pavement or any kind of lines on the ground. Certainly makes walking more fun. Sucks on tiled floors.

- I like the number 6. If I drink water from a glass, I'll try to drink it all in 6 sips, and if that's not possible, then in any number related to 6 (9, because it's 6+3 and three is half of 6, 12 because it's 6*2, you get the picture), if I walk on the street and touch a wall while walking by, I'll try to touch it six times, on regular intervals. If I have a pen in my hand and nothing better to do, I'll probably click it six times.

- When watching a movie with subtitles, I count the words on the screen while I read them (and strangely enough, I can both understand what the words say and keep a good count). If the words amount to six or any multiple of six, then "I win" and either restart the game or give it up. If they don't, the game continues on the next set of subtitles. There is also a rule that if the same word appears more than once on the screen, all of the same words are counted as one.

- I'm a huge fan of symmetry in any shape and form. If I'm making a pizza, you could probably draw a line down the middle and get two halves that look exactly the same, together with an even number of olives and the same pattern of the arranged salami. If there's a counter of sorts somewhere close by, I like seeing symmetrical numbers (such as 2332, 6556), numbers with all same digits or just round numbers (100, 2000...).

- Also a huge fan of routine. I splash my face with water five times in the morning, three times after an afternoon nap or just to wash my face during the day. I lock the door once if somebody's in the house when I'm leaving, twice if there's nobody.


That's all I can remember right now. Keep in mind that these things aren't something I have to do no matter what. I won't freak out if there's not enough water in a glass for six sips. I won't have a breakdown on a tiled floor. My room and my desk are not symmetrical. It's more that I prefer some things over others.

So, anyways, what's your D of choice? And please, no finger-pointing and mockery. If you don't have something to contribute to the thread, don't bother replying.

[Xos]

Routine is nice.

I have ADD myself. Can't stay occupied for more than five minutes.

Hey Shiney!

Anyways, It's hard to stick with any game for longer than a week for me, which frustrates me, because I know there's more fun to be had with it, but it can't keep me entertained any longer.

Coffee helps, tremendously.

Also, Althy is the sole exception to this rule thus far. :)

[Empyrean]

While I think it's hugely over-diagnosed, school counselor-doctor type people decided years ago that I have ADD, and I must say, I agree wholeheartedly. I'm always going from one thing to the next in my head - I have too many ideas floating around, so I try and get them all out in my many notebooks.


That and I have a tendency to do lots of things in sets of 3, being that it's my favorite number.

When I'm straightening up/cleaning, I have to make things look completely parallel to each other - no diagonals. It's weird.

[Breaker]

I dunno if this quite fits... but when my insomnia gets bad it often brings paranoia with it.

During these instances, when I'm out in public I instinctively believe everyone just out of earshot is talking to me. If I'm having a conversation at times I'll lose track of what people are talking to me about, or even ignore them entirely. If I go to a coffee shop or bar, I need to sit with my back against a wall. Every time I walk around a corner or see someone who looks potentially threatening, I rehearse combat techniques in my head. And I see everything as a potential weapon.

Paranoia manifests differently in everyone, and I consider myself lucky that I'm not the type to have panic attacks or lock myself in a broom closet when I hear people coming. It's annoying, but I'm getting better at controlling it, and I've been sleeping okay lately so at present, it's not a problem.

[Saxon]

I have some of the same number issues as you do, Letho, but I think it's more out of boredom and morbid curiosity than a disorder. Often when I see a number I add, multiply, and do whatever I need to do to get that same number or multiples of it. Phone numbers and addresses are usually the ones that start it. And since everybody else is doing it; my number is five.

When I'm writing I sometimes go down and read a couple sentences to see if one word lines up with the same word another line down. It doesn't really matter all that much, but I think it makes what you're writing a little shoddy if that happens. But who in the Hell keeps track of how many times you have 'I' lined up sentence after sentence?

Other than that I try and find a seat in a public place with my back against the wall. I'm not really that paranoid but I don't feel comfortable until I do or I leave. Also, I lock my door to my room when I go to sleep. That's the one thing I have to be able to do in order to get to bed. If the door didn't have a lock, I bet you'd probably see me at a hardware store in the middle of the night trying to buy a door knob with a lock to install myself.

Everybody has their quirks.

[Letho]

I'm surprised to see that amongst four people that posted, two of them also have the "number preference" thing. Now, all we need to do is make an obsession out of it like in that "The Number 23" movie with Jim Carrey.

Also, Numbers, you almost sound like Jason Bourne. Which is badass.

[Breaker]

I'm surprised to see that amongst four people that posted, two of them also have the "number preference" thing. Now, all we need to do is make an obsession out of it like in that "The Number 23" movie with Jim Carrey.

Also, Numbers, you almost sound like Jason Bourne. Which is badass.

I am exactly like Jason Bourne. Except for the fact that I don't have a bunch of government agents trying to kill me... or do I?

*jumps out window*

Btw Letho, you've started a new avatar trend.

[Thursday]

Just be glad none of you have PTSD.

[Garwocket]

Heh, Thursday... some of us do.

And Letho, that's a mild case of OCD. I have it bad, my sister has it worse. She has to do everything in even numbers, counts out everything she does, cant be around the color yellow for too long... a long list of things.

And I have the counting thing, but I do it when I'm nervous. It's kinda like when I get to a place where I'm uncomfortable I count in a series of fours with my thumb and the tips of my fingers... then make patters while I count... for hours.

It's nothing bad, sometimes the OCD's are good for you though you may not like doing them. And most of the time they're not harmful. So you should be fine.

[Saxon]

Btw Letho, you've started a new avatar trend.

I had Pipboy as an avatar on another account for about a month before I gave it up. I'd put one on this account, but for the moment Jigsaw is the new thing for me. ;)

[Letho]

Just be glad none of you have PTSD.I find that PTSD is often over-diagnosed, just like Gina mentioned about ADD. At least it is where I live. Living in a country that recently went through a war, it seems that every other person that ever fired a bullet is suffering from some sort of PTSD. Which I think it's bullshit. Of course, there are always people with genuine problems, but from my experience most are just a bunch of whining people wanting to get that big fat disability check.

It's nothing bad, sometimes the OCD's are good for you though you may not like doing them. And most of the time they're not harmful. So you should be fine.Yeah, I know. I wasn't really concerned, despite the fact that my sister tells me I'm somewhat of a freak. I was merely wondering if Althanians have similar issues. And it's interesting to know that there are.

I had Pipboy as an avatar on another account for about a month before I gave it up. I'd put one on this account, but for the moment Jigsaw is the new thing for me.Lies! Your newfound hate of the game made you turn your back on the PipBoy. How could you? My Finesse PipBoy will shoot you in the head. And get a massive critical.

[Karuka]

I'm mildly OCD. I like even intervals and spaces, routine, and have a compulsive urge to straighten things out if they're crooked.

Very mild. But it's there.

[Cyrus the virus]

I have mild ADD that I've learned to adapt to.

[Twisted Infinitum]

I avoid walking on cracks, but only on sidewalks. I'm too lazy to bother holding that tradition when it comes to tiles. And I only to it when I'm in need of making the walk interesting.

I guess that's so mild so as to be nonexistent. Oh well, here's a better one. If I ever, on a whim, trace my fingertip along a surface in an eliptical pattern, I really really want to reflect it to close the shape. Then... I replicate the shape on at least 4 different axis all sharing the same middle point. If I'm particularly... enchanted by my imaginary finger drawings, I'll make it on 8 axis. That's about the point that I lose track of the exact angles and give up.

Strange thing is that I've never, as far as I can remember, done that with an actual writing utensil. It's probably a good thing. If I actually had the lines solid and readable, I'd be there all day until I made a perfect circle of ink. (Ok, probably not, but it's something to aspire to when I hit those retirement years and run out of Sudoku.)

[AdventWings]

*Clears his throat*

Hi, my name is Raven. And I have a mild case of MPD.

Voices in his head: "Hi, Raven."

I call it mild because they don't bother me much and they're more to keep me from boredom. They help me a lot in dealing with stress, although some of them tend to be more destructive about it than the others. Plus, none of them tried taking over my body... Yet.

That and there's that little paranoia about my right wrist. I fractured it when I was still in 5th grade and has since healed, but everytime I think about lifting heavy stuff I always have this tiny "pang" running up my arm, despite the fact I haven't touched anything yet. Plus, there's that odd "crunching" sound coming from the wrist. >_>

Which also amounts to my tendency to flick my wrist and fingers every now and then, sometimes almost spontaneously. I have no idea what that's called, maybe it's just paranoia.

Then there's the "Twelve foot stare in a Ten foot room." AKA The Blank Stare.

And what do you call the condition where your attention is just... So single minded you forget everything going around you when you're working on something in front of you? I haven't looked it up, but I've never had a prefessional test me out yet.

My number's 2, by the way. I like 2.

[Mithra Reborn]

I have acid reflex.

*feels wimpy in comparison* >.>

[Isalidi]

I have asperger's syndrome, more likely than not. And yes, I also have acid reflux.

(Including an OCDish symptom, relating to how I love, and can't live without, multiples of five. I get seriously freaked out about non-five multiples.

[Cyrus the virus]

Don't self-diagnose yourself with Asperger's, please :p

[Amaril Torrun]

I don't have any certain number of times that I have to do things, but I do have to do things multiple times, quite often. I have the crack problem, but I have to take a certain amount of steps inbetween the cracks and tiles.

Also, when I touch something "the wrong way" I have to redo the touch until it is done right. Don't ask me what that means. I just know its time consuming.

I also sometimes have to repeat the same word until it is said right (kind of like in "The Aviator").

The less sleep I get, the more common this stuff is, so it doesn't help that I have trouble sleeping.

I can't really remember all the things, but I'm going to the doctor for the first time in 13 years because of a constant headache I've had for two years, for about half the day every day. Last night i got one a few minutes after laying down to sleep, keeping me up for a few agonized hours. How cruel is that? Maybe el doctoro can let me knowo if something is wrongo.

[Saxon]

http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg187/LiquidRubberbandMan/Tumor2.jpg

Seriously, though, good luck getting that checked out.

[Letho]

http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg187/LiquidRubberbandMan/Tumor2.jpg

Seriously, though, good luck getting that checked out.I fucking love that quote. Funniest thing I saw all day.

[Empyrean]

Lol, the numbers thing is amusingly popular. My best friend has this thing where the volume on her car radio can't be anything but an even number or a multiple of five.

How that got started, I have no idea.

[Jasmine]

I don't think I'm truly OCD about anything... there are a few exceptions...

-when I'm putting together a puzzle, I absolutely HAVE to put the edge together first. I will sit there and go through every single piece of a puzzle to find all the edge pieces, even if it take me an hour to do it. I'm currently working on a 3-D puzzle of Camelot, and I went through all 620 pieces to find all the base pieces first before doing any other part of it. This do the edges first thing also applies to online puzzles like the Daily Jigsaw on AddictingGames.com

-once I've started reading a series of books, I have to finish it before starting any other book, even if the series is one I've already read multiple times, and the other book has just come from the bookstore.

-I don't have issues with numbers, but my sister does. For the longest time she would find herself counting to 28, and then starting again. She'd count just about everything...her steps, sign posts, cars...always to 28 and then start again. Also, while I don't have a favorite number, her's is 17.

[Terminus Mortis]

Just be glad none of you have PTSD.

Actually...

*shivers*

[Yukina]

Let's see..


*I have the worst ADD ever. I can't focus on anything for longer then 45 seconds. In school I need to keep 2-400 papers in my binder at once or i'll fall asleep in class.

*Over-Paranoia and Arachnophobia, I constantly worry about getting murdered and robbed. I check to make sure i locked the door atleast 14 times a day. With spiders, I cannot be in the same room as one. If the situation is completely unavoidable then I stare at it at all times and beg the nearest human to kill it without getting it near me at all. The one thing I CAN focus on for more then 45 seconds.

[AdventWings]

I chase after bugs. And tiny frogs. Anything small and brightly-colored that can move really fast grabs my attention like a vice.

I think I may have ADD.

[The Writing Writer]

People tell me I may have OCD.

I have the crack avoidance thing Letho was talkin about, but only if I look at the ground. I also have the " back against a wall " thing, but in more than one case. If I go to eat at a restaurant I need a booth. If a booth isn't available I'll find a table in the corner. No luck there? I get take out and eat in my car. When I sleep the head of my bed as well as the right side have to be against the wall. I sleep on my left side and need the wall to my back. When I go to the movies, 95% of the time I sit in the back. I don't like the feeling of people behind me. Same thing with school. Always in the back.

I have a weird thing with doors. All my doors have to be closed at all times or I can't continue what I'm doing. I'll stop a conversation mid sentence to close an open door. Bathroom door, bedroom door, blinds, cupboards, drawers, closet, w/e. Even if I'm at someone else's house.

Food: When I have dinner, every food item has to be on a separate plate. Potato on one plate, steak on another, green beans in a bowl. If someone brings me a plate with more than one thing on it, I can grit my teeth and get through it, but if any food is touching each other, I'll discard the portions that came into contact.

Another one that is probably helpful, is that I can't be in a car and not be wearing a seat belt. Not out of fear for my life, I'm just uncomfortable without one. Soon as I get in my car I buckle up. My friends have to buckle up as well or I won't touch the gas pedal.

Sometimes I count. If I see more than one of a certain kind of unique tile in a room covered in them I'll count out all the unique ones. I count the kids in my classrooms. Then I count how many girls there are, then how many guys.

Also, I have the symmetry thing. Kind of. If something happens to one part of my body, I have trouble NOT making it happen to the other side. Example, if I bump my right arm into a wall, I'll turn around and purposefully walk into the wall, hitting my left arm in the same way. This used to be really bad when I was a kid, to the point where if my right hand hurt from writing alot, I would put as much weight as bearable on my left hand to simulate the sensation.

[Terminus Mortis]

Don't break anything.

[Amaril Torrun]

I have the bed and seatbelt ones. I don't feel right without the seatbelt on, and I'll stop in the middle of the road if I realize some else isn't wearing theirs. This is a good way of scaring someone into putting there belt on, especially on busy roads. Of course one of my brothers and my best friend were almost killed and had to be rehabbed due to no seatbelt during an all too speedy car accident. My other brother was fine and had his on.

[Moonlit Raven]

I have a thing about the number three and geometric figures, I doodle them quite a bit. I compulsively trace the shapes of faces when watching TV rather than actually watching it most of the time. Video games and movies are shelved by game system and alphabetical. I'm also quite paranoid about people and anything to do without side of my home. I don’t like to be touched by people, it took Manda four years to break me in and I still have the occasional problem with the huggie-touchie-feelie stuff from my husband and my family.

I don't like going outside, I have this compulsion to look around as soon as I step outside and if anyone is too close I'll go back inside until they pass. I avoid the windows also to avoid people seeing me. On the rare trip to the mall I'm constantly checking to make sure no one is watching me or following me. As I'm out at the mall, I get quite agitated. The few concerts I've been to normally involve me shoving or rarely (only happened once) punching a person to get them off of me.

Oddly enough, I have no problem going outside at nighttime despite the fact that there has been the occasional drug dealer around here.

I never seem to be able to let Jason cook or clean anything enough if he asks to help out and I say yes. I hover over his shoulder and after only a min or two kick him out of the way. I’m not sure if that counts as some sort of OCD thing but damn it the kitchen is mine! I chase out pretty much everyone out of it. I'm terrified of elevators and steep stairs cases, escalators also give me the creeps.

My fear of spiders has lessened in the last few years to the point of instead of screaming and running; I simply cuss it out and kill it. I've also broken the habit of tapping a pen against my hand until I bruise myself though I still chop off nails down to the quick every time I get a hold of a pair of nails clippers. Doesn't matter if the nails bleed or not the white parts have to be gone.

[Koran]

Mine is relatively minor... I guess...

But if I'm on the phone I have to walk in a pattern. Tiles, carpet, wood floor, dirt, it doesn't matter! If there's a pattern already there, fine and dandy... if there isn't, I'll make one dammit! o.o; And I'll usually walk in each footstep exactly too... if it's in dirt, or sand, or mud, or snow...

Yeah, that's all I got really...

[Shisui]

O-Kay! First things first, I have ADD. I was diagnosed in elementary school, but my family kept it from being legit so they could spare me the special ed classes. I have horrible concentration. Put me in a room with noise, I can't think, without noise, I can't think. I can barely get to sleep when it rains outside, or when I'm staying somewhere else. When I read, my mind wanders off so easily that after reading two or three words, I've already gone through twenty lines of thought.

I've had to find the perfect combination to fit my needs. When needing to concentrate,i.e. reading, sleeping, I need a singular continual droning noise to flood out all other sound. Without the sound, I can force myself to focus, and after about ten mins of hardwork focusing (without a song in my head. Get me with a song stuck in my head and I won't be able to write, read, or hold up an intelligent converstaion for hours) I can focus on what I'm doing.

That's why when I was in school, I tried to get my homework done in class. No distractions, the lesson's fresh in my brain and I can speed through it. But unfortunately, nine times out of ten I wouldn't being able to and once I got home, I was useless, leading to some bad grades throughout my high school career. Thankfully I still managed to graduate with the Core 40, but god did I cut it close.

I also have bad memory retention towards things that matter. I'm horrible at math, so much so that I can barely add and subtract in my head. Ask me what I had for lunch/dinner the night before and I wouldn't be able to tell you. Ask me to remember anything at all, i.e. to call so and so because of such and such, and I'll forget it in five minutes. I can't remember someone's name if I don't use it at least one or twice a day. I can always remember their face, just never their name, which has lead me to being great at remembering nameless actors in weird movies that had prosthetics on. >.>

But, sadly enough, I have awesome memory retention towards all the stupid shit out there. I have some commercials memorized. I can memorize a song's lyrics after maybe hearing one-three times. I can tell you where to go by landmarks, but never streets. I remember the most obscure things from all sorts of places whether it be a restaraunt I ate at five years ago, or the name of a European artist that's writing music for a game I'm interested in. I remember in pictures better than words, but sometimes it's the opposite.

I have this thing that when I'm reading, if I stumble on a sentence or a word, or my oh so precious concentration is broken, I have to start over. Even if it's from the beginning of the book. It irritates the crap out of me. Which why now, I read in the bathroom. That has become my fortress of solitude. A droning sound, nothing to distract me (it's a bathroom >.>), and nobody from the outside will bother me because they think I'm "busy", unless of course I'm running on four hours, then they check and make sure I'm alive. XD

Also, when eating the candy Starburst, I HAVE to open the wrapper on the "S" side, or I..WILL..FREAK! I've had some bad school experiences because of it.

When I'm nervous I chew my lip to the point of drawing blood, but that doesn't stop me. I also can't walk in crowded hallways. I was always late to class, but at least I didn't kill anyone. When I walk in hallways, I have to look down the entire way or I have this compulsion to look at EVERYONE that passes me by in the face. I can't let my arms hang at my sides. They HAVE to be occupied, whether that's a hand in the pocket, arms crossed over my chest, holding something or someone. If I don't I have a need to do things with them, and to the common observer I look psychotic because I reach for something then pull away last second, I touch the same desk/table/wall mutiple times with both hands like I'm playing patty cake, I touch my ears, hair, chest, just feeling myself up. Trust me, not a pretty sight.

I have to correct people. I can't help it. Misspell a word I'll let you know, mispronounce and I tell you how to pronounce it, tell a story wrong and I have to tell it the right way. I've learned to keep myself from blurting it out when I notice it, I just think it, and can't stop thinking it until the subject changes.

Also, I know how to spell words. Without looking at them, or even knowing the word I can spell it. And when writing, I use words I've never heard of before. I look it up and I had used it in the correct context, spelling, everything. I don't know how it popped in there but it did.

When I clean, I become VERY OCD. Nothing's clean enough, did I just see a spot?! ::scrub scrub scrub:: Everything has to be straight, stacked, parallel and if they aren't, I put them in their place. Everything has it's place. I've spent hours straightening things out. So much so I can look at any thing and tell you if it's straight or parallel with anything around it. That's why you'll notice that most of my titles for the threads I start have the capital letter for every first letter of every word. But, thankfully enough, I've learned to counteract this by not cleaning. Yeah, my room has only one path of traffic and I never clean the bathroom, but that's the beauty of having roomates that only pay a fourth of the rent while you pay the rest: you don't have to do shit! :D

Yeah, that's all I've got so far...I might have more later on. XD

[Rebellion]

Holy shit, you people have issues.
I have Luposlipaphobia: the fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly-waxed floor.
And yes, thats a real phobia too.

[NightCast]

I have a mild, diagnosed case of schizophrenia.

Usually, my thoughts are unified, but sometimes, especially in extremely stressful circumstances, I'll find myself arguing with myself and I'll kind of phase in and out as each "side" responds. I go through the emotions and everything, one side presents something, the other side kind might think about it as though the idea had never occurred to me before.

It's not fun. The problem with it is, you phase out, and it's kind of like a blackout from alcohol. You "wake up" hours later, usually in front of my computer or my Wii, now my Xbox 360 going: "The hell have I been doing since 3? It's 6:30"

EDIT: Oh yeah. I kind of meandered back into Althanas. I blame Task and Ebivoulya, or whatever he's going by here.