I live in an apartment with lots going on around. At the start of the pandemic I was obsessing over people playing piano, I would open my front door to mentally note how loud it is, I would go to the flat to know who it was, I would turn music off just to listen to it, my heart would flutter.
It’s so good (and obviously sucks) to hear someone who understands this, as my boyfriend doesn’t even notice the noise until I point it out. I kinda established this is partially a control issue but also feeling claustrophobic in my own home, if there was one room I could escape to to make it stop I would be happy. I have only started looking into the possibility of having OCD, and this makes me feel like I’m not just crazy and irrational.
