I'm so fucking angry. Again.

I have OCD. My parents have known this for 8+ fucking years. But they don't care.

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

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

They won't follow simple, basic fucking instructions. Just leave it on the table & I'll pick it up. Straight on to the table out of the dryer.

Really fucking simple. Really fucking easy.

But they just don'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't. My OCD HATES dirty clothes. I can't fucking do it. At least not yet.

But you know what would expedite the process?

IF THEY DIDN'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'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'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