hey just a little fucking PSA to parents with mentally ill kids out there
if your kid has OCD don’t tell them what it is and isn’t, especially if it’s coupled with depression
don’t touch my shit just because my room is slightly messy, you know I’m responsible enough to clean it upon my own time when I have the strength. its not like I have flies and ants.
its just fucking clothes and papers.
when you move my clothes and rearrange stuff of my desk it not only gives me crippling panic attacks because of the fear I’ll never find certain items again,
it makes me feel horrible because as an OCD person the only control I feel in my life is my possessions too and how I manage them.
I’m done being nice about it. I’ve cried and screamed too many times. Please stop moving everything. Please stop mocking me when I break down.
don’t tell me “this isn’t OCD” when my room is messy. I have horrible fatigue from depression and i can’t always kept my room spotless.
fuck you for saying you have OCD and then invalidating mine. fuck you for disregarding my depression even though you say you’ve experienced it. you cause 70% of mine.
I’ve explained to you how this makes me feel way too many times. why can’t you get it through your thick fucking skull.
sorry. personal shit. I’m done.