Obsessively, Compulsively Demystifying.
I have had an obsessive, compulsive brain for a while now. Getting lightly teased at Secondary school on account of my 'quirky' neatness (unfortunately this compulsion only pops up when I am extremely stressed and I rather fall more into the hoarder category when it comes to mess). People would harmlessly move parts of my nicely organised desk, a pencil, pen, ruler, rubber - any piece of stationary would do. This was when I was alerted to my particular type of disordered behaviour, when really its roots were darker and deeper and far more cemented than I realised.