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I apologize for having so many questions. Although well-aged like fine cheese, I am new to this diagnosis.
Question: Is it normal to have odd perfectionist obcessions? What I mean by this is, for example:
I'm driving to classes at 65 miles per hour on the freeway. I still have 15 miles to go, but my shoulder belt is rubbing on my neck. There's no pain on my neck, it's just a bit uncomfortable because I have a mole on the left side of my neck. Nevertheless, I stop the car at the side of the road and readjust the seatbelt.
I also find myself adjusting and readjusting the seat, how forward it is and how much it leans...while I'm driving...and I know you're not supposed to do that, but I do it anyway.
When I wash dishes...the thought of getting my sleeves wet bothers me incessantly. I keep rolling up my sleeves up to my biceps. Then my long sleeve shirts and blouses get stretched out. It's so stupid, but I can't stop.
My knee socks have to be rolled down 1 inch below my knee because I have short legs. If I forget, I will even take my pants off so that I can readjust my knee socks. I'm sure you're seeing what I'm getting at?
Is this part of being bipolar?
Question: Is it normal to have odd perfectionist obcessions? What I mean by this is, for example:
I'm driving to classes at 65 miles per hour on the freeway. I still have 15 miles to go, but my shoulder belt is rubbing on my neck. There's no pain on my neck, it's just a bit uncomfortable because I have a mole on the left side of my neck. Nevertheless, I stop the car at the side of the road and readjust the seatbelt.
I also find myself adjusting and readjusting the seat, how forward it is and how much it leans...while I'm driving...and I know you're not supposed to do that, but I do it anyway.
When I wash dishes...the thought of getting my sleeves wet bothers me incessantly. I keep rolling up my sleeves up to my biceps. Then my long sleeve shirts and blouses get stretched out. It's so stupid, but I can't stop.
My knee socks have to be rolled down 1 inch below my knee because I have short legs. If I forget, I will even take my pants off so that I can readjust my knee socks. I'm sure you're seeing what I'm getting at?
Is this part of being bipolar?
xo dee