My psychiatrist has kept me on the same meds for the last couple visits. He upped my Xanax from 'as needed' to three times a day though. I think I threw him for a loop last visit when I told him I'm afraid of cookie sheets.
Yes. Cookie sheets.
He mentioned starting me on something for OCD next visit. Good thing we don't need prescription assistance! Anyway, I kind of thought OCD treatment was behavior modification stuff. Face your fears and all that? Oh nooooo.. it's an evil cookie sheet! Maybe he'd want me to start slow with a small one.. like from an Easy Bake Oven or something. I'm rambling.
I'm not actually afraid of them. I can cook on them. For which my son is thankful. He asked for peanut butter cookies as his present this year. It's after they've been used. Sitting there next to the sink needing to be washed. That's where I get stuck. I cannot wash them. I cannot wash any other dishes if they're sitting there either.
I have other weird things about me but cookie sheets are probably the weirdest. I've thought of them as being.. quirks. Unique little things that make me be.. well.. me. Oh that Barb. Look at her lining things up. That kind of thing.
I guess a loose interpretation of OCD might be anything you do that prevents you from carrying out a 'normal' lifestyle? I'm not really sure. Anyone want to help me on this? The definition I mean.
Of course if anyone wants to come help me wash the cookie sheets, that would be nice, too.