I& #39;m so fucking angry. Again.

I have OCD. My parents have known this for 8+ fucking years. But they don& #39;t care.

Found my laundry tossed on the couch. The couch the cat sits on every day. The cat that& #39;s a prime trigger for my OCD.

Clothes were over a mountain of cat hair. https://twitter.com/a_tess5/status/1220823491076874240">https://twitter.com/a_tess5/s...

They won& #39;t follow simple, basic fucking instructions. Just leave it on the table & I& #39;ll pick it up. Straight on to the table out of the dryer.

Really fucking simple. Really fucking easy.

But they just don& #39;t give a fuck about my health. This hurts. It feels like a heart attack.

And before some pretentious motherfucker comes in here eoth "do your own laundry then!"

I physically can& #39;t. My OCD HATES dirty clothes. I can& #39;t fucking do it. At least not yet.

But you know what would expedite the process?

IF THEY DIDN& #39;T FUCKING CAUSE MELTDOWNS LIKE THIS

OCD IS ACTIVELY REINFORCED BY THIS SHIT.

OCD CAN BE, AND IN MY CASE IS, CAUSED AT LEAST IN PART BY A LACK OF CONTROL OVER MY LIFE.

THIS. MAKES. IT. WORSE.

I& #39;M SO FUCKING MAD. THESE FUCKING COCKROACHES DEMAND I BECOME AUTONOMOUS WHILE ACTIVELY PERPETUATING MY DEPENDENCE.

This thread. This whold thing. Except instead of trauma, in this specific case, I have OCD.

They do the same fucking thing. "We know what& #39;s best for you, so just be normal." Their actions forcing me to "just get over my OCD" makes it worse. https://twitter.com/a_tess5/status/1246028472713084928?s=19">https://twitter.com/a_tess5/s...