Living with OCD

Today's post is a bit of story about me and the boy and one of our downs! Hope you like. 

So like every couple we have ups and downs and when it's good it's really good. And when it's bad it's still good so I think we're on the right track. 

But it's not always been like this. When we first moved in with each other I didn't know the extent of the boy's OCD, don't get me wrong it's not really bad where he could be on a tv show it's just enough to make me roll my eyes (in complete support of course hahah)

So the first time I visited his flat (which is now our flat) on the way out he forcibly checked the door was locked and then after we got in the car and drove past the door from the garage he stopped the car and got out and again checked the door. "Strange but ok, can never be too safe" I thought. 

And that was the extent I saw until I moved in with him. 

When I moved in with him I saw the bigger OCD picture. Nothing can be left plugged in over night or when we go out which makes a nightmare for chargers (laptop, kindle, iPad and Iphone all never fully charged, and if you are as dependent on your tech items as me you can see why this would cause friction) 

So while we are late already and I'm outside impatiently tapping my heels and shouting "hurry up, we are LATE!!" While he runs around unplugging stuff that is turned off and I'm sighing like I've just ran five mies to get my point across. 

He finally comes out of the flat and locks the door, forcibly checks the door is locked and then checks again on the drive up!! I silently seethe and think wait until we get back home. 

When we get home it's a full out war of shouting at each other that ends with me shouting what's the difference between leaving my charger plugged in and you leaving the fridge plugged in. To which the boy shouts "I have to trust the fridge!!"

And it clicked he can't help it. He can't sit at my friends house knowing my GHD's are plugged in but turned off. It's like that nagging feeling we have when we think "did I turn the straighteners off?" But on a bigger scale of nagging torment. 

And for the last few months I've been mocking and unsupportive of this issue that my favourite person in the whole world, who clearly can't help it. Once the words "I have to trust the fridge" were said, I just hugged him and apologised for all the jokes and the muttered insults that we're said over the last few months. 

So the OCD is still an on going issue and I don't think he will ever put it to bed but while I'm helping and not mocking our lives are so much happier. And now I forcibly check the door is locked with him rather than mock his efforts at keeping our home and me safe!