I am OCD. No, I’m not just saying that. I was clinically diagnosed with OCD when I was twelve years old. My obsession? Cleanliness. If you have a dirty toilet in your home I will call you out on it. Cleaning is not only something that I have to do, it is also something that I actually generally enjoy doing. My home is clean, my classroom is clean, and when I go to restaurants, I bus my own table. It used to drive Andrew crazy but now he’ll even help me stack the dishes and pick the crumbs up off the table when we go out to eat.
Having said that, I am almost 100% sure that I have an invisible hole in my mouth. I chew with my mouth closed but I somehow always manage to get food either all … Read More »