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mer:
The DSM IV characterizes something as a disorder if significantly interferes with your daily life. On that note, I'm pretty sure you're fine

maddness:

--- Quote ---I don't see any evidence of frustration, anger, diminished self-esteem and self-confidence, or self-harm used as a distraction mechanism.
--- End quote ---

I know two adults and one child with OCD and they don't self-harm or seems to suffer from anger or esteem issues. I know one of them went through a phase in their teens where they self-injured and had real anger issues, but he eventually accepted that he was the way he was and moved past it. The child is only 7 and doesn't see anything wrong with his "rules". The other adult is kind of in denial, he doesn't see anything odd or irrational about the things he does.


My husband is bipolar, he was diagnosed at 18,and he has some mild OCD-like behaviours/thoughts. When the time on the clock is all the same number, he has to be still until it passes. When the days like up that way, like 07/07/07, he is anxious all day long, certain something bad is going to happen. He has to make sure the stove is off every night before he goes to bed, regardless of whether it was used or not. He constantly checks to make sure his wallet is in his pocket, never mind that the thing is constantly digging into him, he has to touch it to be sure it's there.

tinkerbell:
While I think that the representation in QC of OCD is a bit weird, I am not going to dismiss it. I mean, I doubt anyone here is qualified to diagnose any kind of mental illness. I am currently on medication for OCD and general anxiety, which manifested itself after I was treated for anorexia; apparently these are quite interlinked. Hannelore is clearly supposed to be making an effort, which I think is good because it is not cool to portray mental illness as a cool thing to have.

ersatz humanity:
[Ja, I am new here. I hope you do not mind me jumping in upon this conversation.]

Actually, for those wondering if eleven year olds were ever diagnosed, you should consider going lower.

I was diagnosed with moderate OCD and anxiety at the age of seven, after a series of strep throat infections and bronchitis. They put me on an inhaler and that was it. After that, I can vividly recall my mother hurling the thing down the driveway. Before hand, I was told I displayed some suggestive tendencies, even at the age of three. However, my family has a long history of mental illnesses of this kind, so I am not surprised I was struck with it.

I used to worry about swearing constantly, and had violent mental images of being dragged down into the earth if I cussed for some odd reason. Some OCD sufferers are very God-fearing, which I happened to be. (You wouldn't know that now, since I am far from religious and swear rather fluently.) The only way I got over that one was to sit in a corner of my room and cuss under my breath, as I believed standing in the middle of my room would actually permit whatever forces there were to smite me.

On top of that, I would ask people constantly if I was flipping them off. I would do so repetitively, which still manifests itself to this day.
I once had gotten so terrible that I would walk around all day with my hands clenched into fists. (Though, I was also deathly afraid of germs on my hands at that time, and would wash them superstitiously until they were raw.) I was unable to even play outside because of it, and kind of just watched the kids in my neighborhood have fun.

I was later terrified of throwing anything out with my name on it, because I was afraid someone would take my identity. So, I hoarded everything I ever wrote my name on and hid them under my bed. Eventually, with treatment I hated, I was able to do so. (Mental help facilities really weren't as sophisticated as they are, now. I remember going to a specialized school for awhile.)

There are a slew of other things, but recently I have revisited the old fear of something penetrating my skin. At the moment, I am afraid of my nails, so I cut them very short. I also constantly ask if there's anything odd on my skin. For a while, it was an obsession with my weight, but I can only think of one thing at a time.

Yeah, so...That's my experience.

Skrattybones:
keltic:

Comedians also say that 85% of all statistics are made up.

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