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Of course. And every eraser. Even after I’d long since learned that it’s a bad idea. But that moment of the snap is so satisfying.

Acorns in brick wall venting holes, pencil tips in softwood desks, toothpicks in toys…

I got diagnosed at 45. Dear god it was a relief to find out there’s a neurological reason why being forced to/forcing myself to clean my spaces was something I did with massive effort, in tears, through the power of self-hatred, for the first 25-30 years of my life.

Also so much getting things stuck in other things.

I sold “the chair” about half a year ago. Now they take up half the sofa & some floor by the bed.