Last week, I had some frustrating times. My brother used my OCD against me, and I really really hate that. We had a fight over the TV. I wanted to watch TV since I had almost no homework, and my brother thought I was playing it too loud.
He told me if I didn’t turn it off, he would go in my room and bathroom and mess all my stuff up — putting contaminated things on noncontaminated things and contaminating my entire room. Of course, this would have just been more than awful for me to bear, so I had no choice but to turn off the TV so he wouldn’t contaminate my room.
His exact words were, “I don’t care if you mess up my stuff, but you would care if I messed up your stuff because you have OCD.” I hate it that he used my OCD against me and used it to get his way. I am worried he will do this in the future. If he does, I hate to say it, but he will win every time.