A few days ago in my Psychology class, I felt incredibly annoyed. My professor was talking about OCD. He kept looking at me throughout it because he knew I had OCD and I think was checking to see how I was doing in case any of it bothered me or triggered me.

But it didn't. None of it was triggering me. I wasn't bothered at all. Because none of it rang true at all. If I hit a bump in the road, it won't even cross my mind that it could have been a person, and even if it did I wouldn't…