growing up i would do different compulsive rituals around the house all the time i remember crying at night because i couldnt go to sleep because i had to keep checking the stove checking the locks checking light switches checking my alarm etc my dad always told me i was just looking for attention he loved calling me a hypochondriac   i think it really messed me up i still do these exhausting compulsions into adulthood and yet i keep telling myself and everyone around me that i dont have a mental illness that everyone is fucked up one way or another and its just normal to deal with this kind of thing that i dont believe in the benefits of therapy etc and yet here i am subscribed to this subreddit i dont know if im a hypochondriac or a hypocrite or both