kids at school would call me a little ocd all the time because i liked things a certain way or because i had to wash my hands after touching anything or how i wrote my notes i would argue with them i was not and im not i have been diagnosed with many other illnesses but not ocd i never really knew what ocd was like until living with my husband he would lock the door go to the car and run back to the door 7 times he would call at work freaking out if the fan was on because he was sure it would set fire he would have intrusive thoughts and feel the compulsion to get angry he worries about things that are out of our control i feel for him i wish i could take it away for him i just hope one day he can find healthy ways to cope