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Hannelore's OCD
Shadowood:
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--- Quote from: Puki on 04 Jan 2009, 17:27 ---Actually, everyone has mild OCD.
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Everyone has, on average, one testicle and one ovary.
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You are amazing. XD
I doubt I truly have OCD, but I've probably mildly got something related. Flickering lights distract me to the extent that I can't have a conversation in a room with one nine times out of ten, and tiling patterns that are truly random annoy the hell out of me, because everything needs to work in patterns with me. I'm even typing to the beat of the song that I'm listening to right now.
Of course, at the same time, it could easily be that I'm just too musical/mathematical and analytical.
Though yes, that Hannelore strip is me, as well. Especially if I'm not sober. My friends have wondered a couple times how I managed to pass out with my eyes open.
SayWhat:
--- Quote from: HappyGrar on 06 Jan 2009, 09:33 ---Hanners makes me feel normal. Which sounds sort of generic, unless you know me.
I've got OCD, but it only kicks in when I start thinking about stuff. Unfortunately, I can't NOT think about stuff, because then I'll be pissed with myself for not thinking. This (http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1276) is pretty much what I'm talking about.
That aside, I'm just kind of weird and awkward. It's the best I can hope for that everyone just smiles and nods. So after a long day of avoiding people and trying not to get caught in any awkward, human-interacty situations, it's nice to come home to Hanners-AnticsTM, which are generally far more distressing (and hilarious) than mine ever could be. :lol:
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I had that happen to me the other day, and it resulted in a traffic ticket because my mind was so busy going and going. It started out with a simple "Hm, my gas gauge is a little low, and the weather is getting cold, I ought to put some gas in so my car will be sure to start tomorrow" to a full fledged internal freakout about whether "should I take the highway home to use the gas station by my house or the backroads and use the station that is closer, about which gas station would have cheaper gas, whether the highway would be safer at night, if I should swing by walmart and pick up some rock salt in case the colder weather led to snow, while I'm at walmart I should get some chips because I'm hungry I wonder how they make rocksalt I should google that when I get home I wonder if Zak wants to stop at a drive through and get anything cause if I'm hungry he probably is too why am I hungry I just ate a large slurpee and a pretzel with cheese....."
And I was so busy mentally that I sort of zoned out and didn't notice the flashing red traffic light, so I didn't stop for it, so a cop car pulled out behind me and started flashing its lights, which I didn't notice until Zak pointed them out, and by then the cop had called for backup since I didn't pull over right away, so when I found a well lit parking lot to pull into, there were five cars surrounding me, all with lights flashing and those really BRIGHT lights blinding me, and I was freaking out because "omg a ticket I can't have a ticket what if he arrests me for not pulling over oh my god I ruined the date zak's going to hate me" and you probably get the picture.
Like the comic, if you were just looking at me you wouldn't have thought anything was going on, unless you knew me and noticed my knuckles were white and my lips were twitching, and that sort of thing happens to me all the time (which is why I try not to drive unless necessary).
Went to the doc about it, but all he did was toss some zoloft at me and tell me to 'try deep breathing', and that I was bipolar.
The pills didn't help very much, they sort of killed the wildly racing trains'o'thought, but I zoned out just as bad, and slept far too much, and was still just as anxious, but I couldn't focus the anxiety on anything like, say, getting gas, so I just felt horrible all the time. Nnngh.
FriendlyFireIsnt:
I think I'd like Hannelore more if I were less jealous of her.
I have a condition called Irlen Syndrome. No, unfortunately, it's not behavioral. Just run of the mill effed up brain wiring, involving visual input and the inability of my suppressive neural pathway to short the subordinate neural pathway when I shift focus. So basically, while regular people can look at one thing and see, say, a hippo, then look at another thing and see, say, a giraffe, I would see an image where they both overlap. And, wierdly, would be able to describe in detail their textures, but have difficulty telling exactly how tall or wide each animal was. I could explain the science, but I'm probably boring you to tears already.
I have difficulty with repeating patterns, and reading big blocks of text reduces me to heights of frustration usually reserved for hungry, angry babies. There are a lot of times I feel stupid when I struggle with things that anyone with half a brain wouldn't think twice about. To hide my shame, I often isolate myself from others.
Then I see Hannelore (fictional though she may be) embracing the company of others in spite of all the idiosyncracies of her disorder. No one writes her off or judges her harshly for it. Everyone seems to just accept the slightly skewed as par for the course and lives around it as best as can be managed. She doesn't isolate. She allows herself to just be herself.
Maybe if I were braver, I could do that too. Then again, life ain't no comic book.
Mr. Skawronska:
--- Quote ---Then I see Hannelore (fictional though she may be) embracing the company of others in spite of all the idiosyncracies of her disorder. No one writes her off or judges her harshly for it. Everyone seems to just accept the slightly skewed as par for the course and lives around it as best as can be managed. She doesn't isolate. She allows herself to just be herself.
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Keep in mind that Hannelore's parents are dirty rotten stinking filthy rich, which is one of the reasons why her affliction doesn't affect her quality of life as much. If she actually had to WORK for a living (Like the rest of us wage slaves) I suspect the story would be much different.
Just an observation.
S
alexsc12:
--- Quote ---Keep in mind that Hannelore's parents are dirty rotten stinking filthy rich, which is one of the reasons why her affliction doesn't affect her quality of life as much. If she actually had to WORK for a living (Like the rest of us wage slaves) I suspect the story would be much different.
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You make it sound like she's a spoilt, rich bitch. She probably wouldn't be able to work. I've met people with less serious disabilities who don't work, and Hanners' OCD is very severe. If that's how she acts when she's on medication, she'd never hold down a job.
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