Obsessions of a Perfectionist

It’s two in the morning and I still have homework to finish, but I continue to scroll through my phone reading a user written story on the app Wattpad, skipping until I found a part that highlights a relationship between characters. I immediately started to analyze the relationship, imagining how I would react if it was me (hint: I didn’t react well). Hours of my life are now being spent analyzing relationships and trying to find the “perfect” relationship for me. My Obsessiv

Human touch: something that has scared me since middle school. It came on slowly, and suddenly I wasn’t able to hug my parents without internally panicking. I struggled to explain why I didn’t like to touch people, my reason never seemed to fit one category. However, my touch aversion is double sided, with both past experiences and my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) coming into play. One side of touch involves germs and contamination, which is where my OCD thrives. With a