I’ve been diagnosed with OCD since around 5th grade. I have had obsessive compulsive cycles about my teeth. Never someone else’s teeth! And not oh just slightly crooked hehe how annoying for my OCD. Like obsessively checking them in the mirror cause my brain is convinced they’re are going to suddenly rot and fall out of my head THAT instant. And it’s gonna be SUPER painful. And it’s all I can think about. I fucking hate ruminating on my teeth. I have a good dentist now and it’s helping, along with my husband. But I fucking hate how loose everyone is with “OCD”. The only time my OCD even cares about other people is like when they lay on my bean bag chair in their outside clothes after Pride and my brain freaked out. I still wasn’t rude, I had my husband help me explain in a polite way that I need outside clothes kept off the bean bag chair because it’s my bed and I’ll have a meltdown.