Verizon was here all afternoon installing the Fios, and so a lot of my things had to be moved around to install the new router and stuff.
I tried to break in and move my stuff before the guy did, but he just swooped in and did it, not giving me the chance to do any of it.
This caused my OCD to go crazy, I can't handle people touching my stuff, moving things out of place, and my whole living room was basically turned upside down while the guy worked.
In the process of him moving things around, some stuff got knocked down but it wasn't noticed until after he left and I was putting my desk back in order.
I found one of my micro sd cards on the floor, along with one of my favorite pens.
This was really difficult for me, I can't explain it, if you don't have any thing like this, it's hard to understand.
The boys knew I was having a rough time with someone, a stranger, touching all of the things on my desk, I was pacing around the other rooms of the house, I couldn't watch, and if I did, I started to panic and stuff.
I know this sounds all crazy, and it is all crazy, but I really don't do well with people touching my things, strangers or family, they are my things, and I do not like other people touching them.
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I tried to break in and move my stuff before the guy did, but he just swooped in and did it, not giving me the chance to do any of it.
This caused my OCD to go crazy, I can't handle people touching my stuff, moving things out of place, and my whole living room was basically turned upside down while the guy worked.
In the process of him moving things around, some stuff got knocked down but it wasn't noticed until after he left and I was putting my desk back in order.
I found one of my micro sd cards on the floor, along with one of my favorite pens.
This was really difficult for me, I can't explain it, if you don't have any thing like this, it's hard to understand.
The boys knew I was having a rough time with someone, a stranger, touching all of the things on my desk, I was pacing around the other rooms of the house, I couldn't watch, and if I did, I started to panic and stuff.
I know this sounds all crazy, and it is all crazy, but I really don't do well with people touching my things, strangers or family, they are my things, and I do not like other people touching them.
I am EXACTLY the same way, so believe me, I understand.
I understand, too. I don't even like Mike touching my stuff. I don't know what I'm gonna do when the gas company comes to install the gas furnaces, and needs to get in here. For years, we've managed to avoid having strangers come in here, we just do repair work and stuff ourselves. But for this, whenever it will happen, we have no choice.
In my case, though, I'll be watching them like a hawk, and giving them hell if they lay a finger on anything that they shouldn't.
I dread this whole thing, I need to make sure I refill my Ativan before this takes place (we still don't know when yet, another form of stress).
I've always ben baffled by OCD.
I know it's real, but I can't put myself in those shoes. I just don't understand, I suppose.
All that being true, NOBODY touches my motorcycle... Not for any reason...not even if you are a super-model ...NOBODY, I get violent !!
Did I say I didn't understand? ;-)