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This evening, my mother walked into my bedroom to find me feverishly organising my halloween candy. She laughed, but I told her that I couldn't eat it untill I knew precisely how many of each candy I had. I tried to explain to her that I needed to choose my order of candy-eating by using a complex pattern based on several variables, and that simple descisions such as snack selection are the most difficult, because I need to have a reason to make any choice. I may have been speaking very quickly at the time, and my eyes may have appeared very large.
My mother is now seriously concerned about my mental health. Should she be?

This evening, my mother walked into my bedroom to find me feverishly organising my halloween candy. She laughed, but I told her that I couldn't eat it untill I knew precisely how many of each candy I had. I tried to explain to her that I needed to choose my order of candy-eating by using a complex pattern based on several variables, and that simple descisions such as snack selection are the most difficult, because I need to have a reason to make any choice. I may have been speaking very quickly at the time, and my eyes may have appeared very large.
My mother is now seriously concerned about my mental health. Should she be?

LOL...Nah, obsessions like that tend to be harmless so long as they don't control your life, I would think.

LOL...Nah, obsessions like that tend to be harmless so long as they don't control your life, I would think.

Good.

Based on your post I'd say you will be worried whether you should be or not.

Which in itself is cause for worry.

Nothing to worry about. I'm an obsessive collector unlike the rest of my family.

Based on your post I'd say you will be worried whether you should be or not.

Which in itself is cause for worry.

Quoi?

Interesting question, *stops to wash hands*, it depends on whether *stops to wash hands again* you consider the activity *stops to wash hands again* abnormal yourself *stops to wash hands again* and whether you are allowing this *stops to wash hands again* tendency to interfere with other *stops to wash hands again* activities.
Must wash hands, clean is good, clean is good.

Oh, no worries whatsoever. The best part of Halloween is sorting, compiling, and organizing one's loot, then figuring out plans for its appropriate and timely consumption. And don't forget he marchantalistic trade schemes with your siblings you need to make sure you have the right ratio of everything.

Interesting question, *stops to wash hands*, it depends on whether *stops to wash hands again* you consider the activity *stops to wash hands again* abnormal yourself *stops to wash hands again* and whether you are allowing this *stops to wash hands again* tendency to interfere with other *stops to wash hands again* activities.
Must wash hands, clean is good, clean is good.

Well, really, obsessions only are problematic when they interrupt the normal patterns of your life. Having an "abnormal" obsession really isn't all that bad.

Also, you missed a spot.

Oh, no worries whatsoever. The best part of Halloween is sorting, compiling, and organizing one's loot, then figuring out plans for its appropriate and timely consumption. And don't forget he marchantalistic trade schemes with your siblings you need to make sure you have the right ratio of everything.

My sibling has moved away. :( But that's okay, because she never gave me any good candy anyways. It would always be like, "Here, take this cookie. You know, the one that creepy guy from down the street gave me."

Quoi?

What I mean is, you are worried about this enough to ask a bunch of NSers, of all people, if what you are doing is normal. Also the way you described your wide-eyed paranoia and your compulsive need to organize (I would call it dysfunctional since you said you cannot eat them without organizing. Your eating function is being inhibited by your organization need!) just sounded like something that yes, you might want to keep an eye on.

Well, really, obsessions only are problematic when they interrupt the normal patterns of your life. Having an "abnormal" obsession really isn't all that bad.
I believe that I *stops to wash hands again* addressed that. If *stops to wash hands again* the obsession causes you to *stops to wash hands again* interrupt regular *stops to wash hands again* activities, then it is *stops to wash hands again* compulsive. Regular hording and *stops to wash hands again* such is perfectly natural.

Also, you missed a spot.
NO! Must cleanse, Must clean! Illness, Disease, Dirt, everywhere! Foul, impure, of the Flesh! ONLY THE BLEACH CAN SAVE ME!

Also the way you described your wide-eyed paranoia and your compulsive need to organize (I would call it dysfunctional since you said you cannot eat them without organizing. Your eating function is being inhibited by your organization need!) just sounded like something that yes, you might want to keep an eye on.If it's restricted to halloween candy, I maintain that the excitement is utterly normal. If it extend to other areas, maybe there's room for concern.

Cookies from that guy are my favorite though. Those and Coffee Crisps. That's too bad about your sister moving away....I hate being the only kid around the house.

If it's restricted to halloween candy, I maintain that the excitement is utterly normal. If it extend to other areas, maybe there's room for concern.


Excitement is normal yes, but a compulsive need to organize which actually prohibits the eating of said candy is not! The normal way to organize (for those training to become bureacrats) halloween candy is post-mastication, using the wrappers.

What I mean is, you are worried about this enough to ask a bunch of NSers, of all people, if what you are doing is normal. Also the way you described your wide-eyed paranoia and your compulsive need to organize (I would call it dysfunctional since you said you cannot eat them without organizing. Your eating function is being inhibited by your organization need!) just sounded like something that yes, you might want to keep an eye on.

I see. BTW, it's my mother who is concerned, not me.

Excitement is normal yes, but a compulsive need to organize which actually prohibits the eating of said candy is not! The normal way to organize (for those training to become bureacrats) halloween candy is post-mastication, using the wrappers.I think you're taking this a bit seriously. meh.

If it's restricted to halloween candy, I maintain that the excitement is utterly normal. If it extend to other areas, maybe there's room for concern.

Cookies from that guy are my favorite though. Those and Coffee Crisps. That's too bad about your sister moving away....I hate being the only kid around the house.

I like it. That way, I get to put on opera and walk around in high heels without getting any weird looks. (My mother, the only other resident of the house, is usually at work).

This evening, my mother walked into my bedroom to find me feverishly organising my halloween candy. She laughed, but I told her that I couldn't eat it untill I knew precisely how many of each candy I had. I tried to explain to her that I needed to choose my order of candy-eating by using a complex pattern based on several variables, and that simple descisions such as snack selection are the most difficult, because I need to have a reason to make any choice. I may have been speaking very quickly at the time, and my eyes may have appeared very large.
My mother is now seriously concerned about my mental health. Should she be?
Not at all i eat my Candy Confectionary/Lollies or Chocolates by an order of killing off all those until with excess amounts till all have an equal number then i work on colour if their is an equal number between two or more i go by Colour to break the tie.

You are just like me perfectly fine......

I think you're taking this a bit seriously. meh.

I AM NOT CRAZY HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT I AM!

I like it. That way, I get to put on opera and walk around in high heels without getting any weird looks. (My mother, the only other resident of the house, is usually at work).
Sounds like fun. Hopefully you have a better voice than I do when I pretend I can sing. And heels= hottness.

Sounds like fun. Hopefully you have a better voice than I do when I pretend I can sing. And heels= hottness.

I have two years of classical voice training.

less importantly how old are you?

less importantly how old are you?

I am an adolescent.

I am an adolescent.
Ok it isnt so bad then.

Your a kid organizing your candy thats nothing bad. Its not like your mom walked in on you cutting yourself. I mean jesus I like to eat my starburst in an order the good flavors saved until last but that doesnt mean I'm crazy. Your fine unless you have some sort of obsessive compulsive behavior thats taking over your life.

This evening, my mother walked into my bedroom to find me feverishly organising my halloween candy. She laughed, but I told her that I couldn't eat it untill I knew precisely how many of each candy I had. I tried to explain to her that I needed to choose my order of candy-eating by using a complex pattern based on several variables, and that simple descisions such as snack selection are the most difficult, because I need to have a reason to make any choice. I may have been speaking very quickly at the time, and my eyes may have appeared very large.
My mother is now seriously concerned about my mental health. Should she be?

Organizing the candy isn't anything bad at all. Organizing to that extent (-needing- to) seems very OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) to me, and you might want to -consider- seeing someone about it, if it bothers you. Regardless, that doesn't indicate that you are crazy :p

I believe that I *stops to wash hands again* addressed that. If *stops to wash hands again* the obsession causes you to *stops to wash hands again* interrupt regular *stops to wash hands again* activities, then it is *stops to wash hands again* compulsive. Regular hording and *stops to wash hands again* such is perfectly natural.


NO! Must cleanse, Must clean! Illness, Disease, Dirt, everywhere! Foul, impure, of the Flesh! ONLY THE BLEACH CAN SAVE ME!

Oh..well, I was really tired. Sorry.

And..still there. I suggest use of a strong acid.

This evening, my mother walked into my bedroom to find me feverishly organising my halloween candy. She laughed, but I told her that I couldn't eat it untill I knew precisely how many of each candy I had. I tried to explain to her that I needed to choose my order of candy-eating by using a complex pattern based on several variables, and that simple descisions such as snack selection are the most difficult, because I need to have a reason to make any choice. I may have been speaking very quickly at the time, and my eyes may have appeared very large.
My mother is now seriously concerned about my mental health. Should she be?
maybe, I organize my animal crackers before I eat them, I need there to be an even number of each animal, any broken animals and any that aren't paired up (odd ones) get tossed out. I have mental health issues (that I won't go into) but, my psychatrist said this is more the sign of an overly analytical mind or high intelligence than mental illness. (but I do pay him, so maybe he is telling me what he thinks I want to hear)