It used to be worse but it is not as bad now. I am on Prozac for depression and I think it must have helped this too. Anyways, I would have to touch something with both hands because I couldn't stand one hand feeling different from the other. I am not a neat freak but when I would put something away, it had to be put in the right position, aligned and stuff. When I would iron something, I had to get every single wrinkle out. When I look in the mirror, I have to like what I see before I will let myself walk away. If I have a certain expression or I looked ugly for a moment, I would have to look again. I would have to do things an even number of times. When I look up a word to spell, I would have to look at it again even after I wrote it down with the correct spelling because I wanted to see it one more time in the book before moving on. When I make the bed, the covers have to be even on all sides. When buttering bread, it has to be on there even and whatever else I put on it. There can't be any bare spots. Same with icing on a cake. I have to have the towels folded a certain way and they all go the same direction on the shelf. My scrubs have to be matched (top with bottom) when put on a hanger. I carefully fold my pants on the hanger so it is even and they don't get more wrinkles. If I know I am dozing off while watching tv, I have to see a certain thing on the tv before I will close my eyes. It has to be pleasing and comforting and I will fight to keep my eyes open until I see something like that. Both of my feet have to be covered when I am under a blanket or it will drive me nuts. If one hand gets wet, the other one must get wet too. OK that is all I can think of right now.