I agree so much about using the term 'OCD' to describe stuff that isn't even OCD. To the people who use OCD to describe something like "I get OCD when people use legends in a pokemon battle because it bothers me" do you even know what OCD even is? I mean seriously?
I'll give a brief description of how ****ed up this disease actually is. Picture yourself driving down the road and you hit a bump. It could be anything, a speed bump, rock in the road, a pothole, whatever. You hear that noise and think "Oh God I hit a person." So you go back and check for a body. You determine there is no body there, see no damage done to your car and go on your marry way. Except... did you check the ditch? Did you check behind the tree off to the side of the road? Did you check the opposite site of the road? So you go back. Again. And again. Over and over and over and over and over. If you don't go back something bad will happen. Maybe the person you're now convinced you hit is lying out of view in that bush dying but because you drove off thinking all was well they're now doomed to death. Even though you have checked every single nook and cranny, your car has no damage whatsoever. You see a perfectly logical explanation because there is a pothole/rock/speed bump/whatever but you just. Can't. Let. It. Go. You must keep looking because if you don't someone might die or karma might attack you and a family member might die or whatever. When you finally have spent hours out of your day and finally have convinced yourself you didn't hit and kill someone, you find out you're late for work/a doctor's appt/late to get home and spend time with family or friends, etc...
Rinse and repeat this every single day for various circumstances and that is OCD. OCD is miserable. So when you say "I get OCD over a book being out of place and must fix it" and can walk away content once said book is fixed. That is not OCD.
I'm sorry but I cannot answer this question as to what I am OCD about but I certainly hope my explanation clarified just how miserable and awful this disease can become when it spirals out of control.
I'll give a brief description of how ****ed up this disease actually is. Picture yourself driving down the road and you hit a bump. It could be anything, a speed bump, rock in the road, a pothole, whatever. You hear that noise and think "Oh God I hit a person." So you go back and check for a body. You determine there is no body there, see no damage done to your car and go on your marry way. Except... did you check the ditch? Did you check behind the tree off to the side of the road? Did you check the opposite site of the road? So you go back. Again. And again. Over and over and over and over and over. If you don't go back something bad will happen. Maybe the person you're now convinced you hit is lying out of view in that bush dying but because you drove off thinking all was well they're now doomed to death. Even though you have checked every single nook and cranny, your car has no damage whatsoever. You see a perfectly logical explanation because there is a pothole/rock/speed bump/whatever but you just. Can't. Let. It. Go. You must keep looking because if you don't someone might die or karma might attack you and a family member might die or whatever. When you finally have spent hours out of your day and finally have convinced yourself you didn't hit and kill someone, you find out you're late for work/a doctor's appt/late to get home and spend time with family or friends, etc...
Rinse and repeat this every single day for various circumstances and that is OCD. OCD is miserable. So when you say "I get OCD over a book being out of place and must fix it" and can walk away content once said book is fixed. That is not OCD.
I'm sorry but I cannot answer this question as to what I am OCD about but I certainly hope my explanation clarified just how miserable and awful this disease can become when it spirals out of control.