I had OCD as a child.

My main compulsion was to organize everything by shape, size, color, etc. Everything had to be in it's proper place when I was done with it. If my mom ever took me to a toy store, I would organize the entire toy section and would get extremely upset if we left before I was done. If people touched my things, especially if they moved them around, I would go ballistic and have a panic attack-- screaming, crying, hyperventilating, followed by throwing everything in my room on the floor before I started to reorganize everything all over again. I was treated for OCD at a young age and was thought to have "grown out of it" but I see now that it persisted until my early teens. Since my parents didn't understand my compulsions, they would continuously disrupt the order of things in my room, the cabinets (The dishes had to be in a certain order), the pantry and fridge (labels had to face outward, there was a specific place for everything). Anyway, I had constant anxiety attacks over these kinds of things until finally, I snapped, and order stopped bothering me so much.

I still have a few remnants of OCD left over from that time period, but I am no longer compulsive. I do not have anxiety attacks if my obsessions are not fulfilled. I still have pet peeves about organization and people touching my things, but it is not nearly as extreme. I also still eat the food on my plate one type at a time (ex. chicken first, then peas, then potatoes-- never mixed), but this is mostly from habit than anything.The only obsession that still shakes me sometimes is a fixation I have on small mistakes I've made in the past. I'll go over these mistakes in my head over and over, and only jerking my legs can make me stop. I also sometimes check things 3, 4 times. I'm never sure of myself.

Thankfully, I'm no longer obsessive-compulsive. Now, I'm just quirky like everyone else.