I now have two countem two Level 2 ponies, a unicorn and a pegasus. They are called Robby and Alan* (no you don't get to name them, the game does it) and I'm starting to see where the challenge is in this game. It's still pretty inane, but yeah. We'll see if I stay interested long enough to win. Turns out it was given so much as a gag gift over the weekend that it's now in the top ten sellers on Steam, people are actually playing it, and there's talk of lobbying Valve to put SotMC items into Team Fortress 2. Hehehe I love the internet.
* Robby and Alan are both genderless and capable of breeding with each other. I predict SotMC slash in 3, 2 ,1....
No really. I have read slash once or twice when people recommended something that stands up as literature, but it just doesn't interest me all that much. I was almost tempted by a Broud fanfic when I was on my cavepeople kick because I always wondered what happened to the Clan after Ayla left, but that was a bit of an exception. And given that the only thing I have that I'd consider myself part of a fandom for is Supernatural, can we just have a resounding "EW WINCEST NO!" and have done with it?
Right then, so about that exemplary flossing.
After I posted that thing about mah mussles the other day (thanks for the laughs by the way), there were a bunch of comments along the lines of "I wish I were that dedicated." So I thought I'd let you in on a little secret that isn't really a secret of my dedication:
Yes, actual OCD, not the one that people say they have if they like their house tidy or the toilet roll a certain way*, but the kind where you feel like the sky is going to fall on your head if you don't perform X ritual repeatedly so you end up wasting hours of your life in pointless repetition of stuff to avoid freaking out.
This was me as a teenager. My thing was that me and all my family would die of some horrible disease like ebola if I wasn't thinking the right thoughts when I finished doing something. It's a bit like being promised a million dollars if you don't think about camels, in that "Don't think about X" becomes the only thought you have, so when you finish (washing your hands, reading a paragraph, closing the door, getting dressed, wiping the table), that's all you are thinking. Clearly then everyone's going to die of ebola so you have to do it again and get it right this time. To avoid this situation, I developed rituals. For me it was sevens. Sometimes just counting to seven would work, but as time went by I needed to add words to the rhythm of seven, kind of like minimalist haiku. So I'd say this seven-syllable phrase in my head, and it would block out the thoughts of ebola, so I could stop opening and closing the door or reading the paragraph and get on with my life.
I was lucky. I was lucky in that my problems were not related to self-harming behaviour like constant washing - weirdly I was able to avoid thinking about ebola while washing quite easily - and I think in the grand scheme of things, it was reasonably mild. I know of people who are absolutely crippled by it, and I never was. My parents noticed and sent me to counselling, but I was able to avoid anyone knowing just how wrong things really were. And I grew out of it. Not as in, I got mature and forgot about the silliness I had engaged in, but as in, my teenage hormones stopped raging and the compulsion to do these things ebbed away. It didn't leave completely, instead it changed to an ability to avoid the (ebola!) unnamed anxiety by taking control of my life and my environment. And here's where mah mussles come in.
You see, OCD (at least for me) isn't all horrible nastiness. Sure, in times of stress it rears up and shows itself by an obsessive need to control my surroundings to the point where I will clean frantically and get upset if anything's left out on the coffee table. People who've been my dinner guests will know about my compulsion to take people's plates away the second they finish eating so there won't be dirty plates on the table. The list goes on. And yes, I still have those little seven-syllable phrases that occasionally pop into my head as a way of 'running the gauntlet' through an idea I'm particularly anxious about.
But it has its advantages. Seven syllables? Phone numbers. Makes them easy to remember because they have the same rhythm as my safety rituals. Obsessive control of one's environment = tidy house. Need to finish things thinking the right thoughts? Make the right thought "I have completed X amount of study and now I can go play horsies" and it makes the donkey work of getting an A really easy. Repetitive tasks like shearing where you can constantly nitpick your technique and strive to get better at doing the same thing over and over again? Well hello feeling of control. And it makes it really really easy to form habits.
Like flossing every day - if I don't do it, I get anxious**. The anxiety reminds me to floss.
Going to the gym or training - same thing. It's no coincidence that I started doing this when Mum went into hospice. Now I have a ritual habit and I'm compelled to do it. If I don't, I feel anxious, and am now working on developing the ability to have a day off and be ok with this. Logic is prevailing so far, go me. I had a day off yesterday and once the time when I'd normally be training was past, I was fine. I spent the time getting nacho stuff for dinner.
Studying - I can tell myself I have to do two hours a day, and the OCD makes me do it.
So as an adult, less crippled by irrational anxiety and more in control of how I shape my thoughts, I have been able to turn Pointless Rituals to Avoid Overwhelming Anxiety into Meaningful, Useful Rituals to Avoid Vague Anxiety. It's actually really useful for achieving goals, to the point where even though I know and accept that I am obsessive/compulsive, in this part of my life I don't see it as a disorder - not when it makes my life so ordered and helps me achieve what I want to! ;-)
I have a vague background fear that it'll come back stronger as I go through menopause like it did at puberty, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Nowadays, I have a name for it, the world understands it more so I don't have to hide it, and I have more tools for coping than I did at 15. Here's hoping that even if it does come back, I'll be able to turn it to something good.
* Personally I think such things are a spectrum, and liking the toilet roll a certain way (and getting upset if it isn't that way) to me does say there's a tendency towards needing to control one's environment to avoid anxiety that's on the OCD spectrum - just at the milder end. Just saying.
** I no longer think my family is going to die of ebola, the anxiety is now much less fatal and more "I'm a bad person with no discipline" focused.
I should probably also predict My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Secret of the Magic Crystals crossover slash as well, eh?