I haven’t spent a day without at least one open wound on my person since I was nineteen, usually on my face. My work on eating disorder recovery is going well, but learning not to cut obsessively at the “imperfections” on my face is harder. [i] A combination of things led to the pattern of behaviour that doctors and other smart people now want to … Continue reading The healing of (passive aggressive) wounds.
I like tests. I especially like standardized tests. I like them because I test well. [i] Who doesn’t enjoy doing things they excel at? It’s not a particularly useful skill, testing well, and it doesn’t translate to the real world in any practical way. Upon reflection, I’m not even sure why I like them – the results, at least until university, singled me out and … Continue reading Can you like your neuroses best?
It occurred to me that some people might consider my title disrespectful – oh well. I thought about changing it, but decided not to. I also couldn’t decide if I should include a trigger warning, but since my “about” page mentions mental illness early on, I think we’ll consider it said. I count. I’ve mentioned this before. I suspect I do it for quite some … Continue reading Staying safe with counting: fun with OCD.
I count. Not all the time, but not infrequently enough for the behaviour to surprise me when I notice. At least I count in my head most of the time. Doing that type of thing out loud brings questions I prefer not to answer. Ditto to all the oddities I sometimes exhibit – perhaps my grandmother’s dictate that we avoid making personal comments should come … Continue reading I changed my number.