- I HATED having other children in my room. They’d grab a toy and play with it, and this would ruin the specific placement I had going on my shelves. After the offender left I would tear all my toys out and reorganize them.
- I could always tell if anyone had been in my room and touched anything, because I would remember the exact positioning of each thing. When I found that someone moved something I did the same thing as in item #1 above.
- I took care of my toys and wanted them to remain clean and flawless. If I had a cheap painted plastic toy, it would drive me nuts if the paint was uneven or misplaced.
- I would go outside and play in the dirt after some initial hesitation, but I would also come inside and wash myself off…then I’d go back outside and do it all over again.
- Sometimes when I took a toy off my shelf and played with it, it would spur another reorganization bent.
- For awhile my sister and I shared a room. She was the opposite of me, but thankfully she kept her mess on her side of the room and left my things alone. We were like a yin-yang.
I don’t know where this impulse came from, because I can't consciously place any particular anxiety that might have caused this response. While I’m still organized to this day (you'll notice for example my love of bulletpoints and lists) I’ve never been that OCD since.