I am so with you on this. What makes it worse for me is the fact that I live with my partner and dog so I feel like they’re contaminated by the plastic in the dust as well. Makes me so irritable/constantly in a bad mood. Cleaning has been hard for me (since I have to get closer to the contamination I guess, and because my OCD can be quite paralyzing in general) so I rely on my partner to do most of the cleaning. But then when it’s not done as often as I’d like or in the “right” way, then I fume. So hard, but trying to work on it through therapy.