He has OCD. He refuses meds because God will heal him. He doesn't want to go to couples therapy. He doesn't think he has a problem. It's getting worse and worse. I feel like I am in prison. Trying to follow his OCD rules to prevent crash outs.
He spends hours washing his hands staring in the fridge. Scrubbing one spot in the kitchen. He gets mad if I clean but only cleans the one spot. No one can use the entire room when he is in there.
He talks about my poop constantly. He wants me to use a bedpan or a bag to poop and pee in. Or poop elsewhere.
He blocks of entire parts of the house because he might do somethinghe has hour-long crash outs about his rules not being followed or me using a block off area of the house.
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