I have a cousin who, to put it mildly, loves organisation. She will spend hours organising her books, CD’s, and computer folders till it makes perfect sense according to her. Random documents strewn across the desktop, things kept asymmetrically on top of the dresser, a non colour coded wardrobe, are all things which can set her on edge.
So, of course, she’s lovably called OCD.
The phrase “Obsessive Compulsive” has somehow found itself being used as a synonym for quirky behaviour at best – and obsessive at worst. But what sets apart ‘having obsessions’ from having an ‘Obsessive Compulsive Disorder’?
Is my cousin in the above example simply one of us with our whimsies or does she suffer from OCD? Continue reading