Okay, I guess I asked for it, thanks for the anonymous posts. I guess I was just trying to be honest. We have all done things that we keep secret. I am tempted to post some more of mine, but that would be scary, especially if I had a few nasty anonymous posts. How far can you go with a blog? I do believe in openess but we have to feel safe. Do I feel safe enough..
Well, I have been honest about the smoking and the giving up drink. I still suck on the devils finger but have given up drinking the devils vomit. (that sounds so much better)
Here's one of my more shallow struggles:
Wierdly I struggle with some strange things, please don't laugh:
I can't sit in a room if someone is eating cornflakes. Actually I really struggle eating breakfast with others full stop, it's something I need to do alone. I will eat with others if I have to because I don't want to be rude when visiting people, but in an ideal world we should all have sound proof cubicles for eating breakfast in. Maybe it's because my Dad was a noisy eater or we used to have cornflakes on sundays in Prison and I couldn't get out of it...
Spaghetti bolognese makes me physically gag, but I can eat bolognese without spaghetti, and spaghetti without bolognese!
If someone is crunching loudly, crisps, sweets, salad etc.. I barely cope. I moved train carriages a few months ago because a man was crunching sweets a few seats up.
I can't share forks, knives, bottles or eat food others have touched.
If I am making a sandwich, I use one knife to butter the bread, one knife to put the jam or spread on and another knife to cut the bread.
I only like to use cutlery at home that I know we have personally bought.
Slurping is positively evil, which means I can only eat oranges, peaches and juicy pears, etc when I am totally alone.
Also not to sure about public ice cream eating I am uncomfortable with it but if it's hot will push through the pain and get one with it.
In large groups I keep my eyes down whilst eating and only look up once finished.
By the way I hide this all very well. Many of my friends will never have noticed.
It sounds wierd but it's very managable, is there a name for my condition?