Not that I'd know anything about that.
Anyway, I was talking to my therapist about stuff I do, like having to plan out, exactly, how I'd get from point A to point B, or my issues with food, nothing about eating disorders, more about having to have things be absolutely perfect or clean. Like, I would never, in a million years, take a can that had a ripped label, much less one that was dented. Selecting produce can be exhausting. I didn't think it was odd; I simply thought I was fastidious.
And if I did run across something that I had purchase that was not right? There is no way in hell I would eat it. Like, say, I'd get a wonky potato chip, with maybe a hole in the middle of it. I'd immediately think, "Huh, that's weird. It looks like a worm ate through it. Or maybe an evil poisoner meticulously drilled it with a poisoned awl. Hahaha. Not that those things would ever happen. But anyway, I'm not eating that." And then I'd set it aside and leave it on a napkin until I threw it away. Like so:
|Evil Potato Chip.|