growing up, I have this weird habit, - that only until college I knew was medically defined as a compulsion- wherein I count stuff like my steps, seamless patterns of tiles, petals of all the santan flowers in a branch, hair strands visible from a seatmate’s shoulder… things that may seem hard or even near impossible to count. And when counting money esp coins, I do it four times to make sure I didn’t miss a nickle. I thought it was justnormallike that’s what people do when they appear to be “absent minded” or when they mumble repetitive words in deep concentration but no. My friends just stared at me like I’m a weirdo when I told them how fun it is to count all the dirt dots on the wall. I then told my mom about this, how worried I was knowing that we have histories of psychosis in our family… Only to know that my mom also does the same stuff and have always thought that she was ill or something. So far, I’ve never known anyone else to have this kind or extent of counting complusions other than mom and I.