HansMustermann
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Thats amazing. In my youth a manifestation of OCD was woodturning. I had books and.books and tools. I started on my fathers metal lathe, Myford.
I built spinning wheels, my mother used one and made more horrible fair isle jersies than the world deserves.
Musk and X ....
With apologies to the mods for further fuelling this derail... that's not a symptom of OCD, mate. Unless you have unwanted obsessive thoughts about it, or an excessive compulsion to do it even if you recognize it as excessive or harmful, it doesn't fit either the O nor the C in OCD.
At a superficial and unqualified look at what you describe, and especially while lacking any other context, it sounds more like the narrow focus of interest in autism.
So what I'm saying is: don't self-diagnose this kind of stuff, much as TikTok made mental illness sexy. Hell, don't self diagnose anything. Reminds me of Jerome K Jerome in "Three Men in a Boat"
I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch—hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into—some fearful, devastating scourge, I know—and, before I had glanced half down the list of “premonitory symptoms,” it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever—read the symptoms—discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it—wondered what else I had got; turned up St Vitus's Dance—found, as I expected, that I had that too—began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically—read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright's disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever—read the symptoms—discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it—wondered what else I had got; turned up St Vitus's Dance—found, as I expected, that I had that too—began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically—read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright's disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with.
By the end he seemed to have practically every symptom of every disease (except housemaid’s knee)
So just go to a flippin' doctor.