This past fall I picked up a new hobby. Well, it may have bordered on an obsession and of all things to be obsessed about … raking leaves. Strange, I know. At least, if it was an obsession, it was a temporary one since nature has since taken its course with the tree limbs being bare until springtime. I’m not so bad off that I’m outside raking leaves that aren’t there.
I never thought I would have any interest in yardwork. However, I didn’t have a yard to do any work in until I moved back with my Mom. To help her out, I took over the leaf raking chore. I bought a leaf blower which I perceived as an addition to my continually growing gadget collection. I worked the raking chore into my daily routine. My problem wasn’t adjusting to the slightly altered routine. It was knowing when to STOP my raking session! I may or may not have a hard time starting a chore, but once I start, it’s all I can do to find a stopping point. I’d often think in the yard as I was bent over from picking up one leaf too many, “Would somebody please come out here and stop me!”
When I told my doctor about my leaf-gathering affair, he didn’t burst out laughing. He said without even a chuckle that I might have some Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) going on. That was in addition to my Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). I didn’t pay much attention to the OCD since I could only handle the news of one disorder at a time.
When I go back to see my doctor in a few months, I’ll have to tell him he might be right about OCD being an accomplice. I took an online test for OCD and my score was within range of being more than less likely of having OCD. I think it is more a minor than a major, but it’s still a player.