They started popping up like when was 11 and they sometimes just go away and new ones keeps popping up to replace the old ones. I like to call them weird habits. One of my first habits which still can come back to haunt even now is re reading. I have no problem reading stuff but if the stuff i am reading is important( for example: reading my school textbooks, the text in video games that tell you what to do next or where to go next, or some important scene from a manga i was reading recently), i can't help but re read the sentences over and over until it feels right. I think it has something to do with perfectionism. I can't get to the next sentence until the one i have read feels fully digested. The re reading video game's text thing was really fucking with me like few months back but since then it has tamed down quite a bit, maybe cause i am playing games that doesnt have a lot of text on the screen always telling me what to do. I usually never even finish the sentence if it starts feeling off. I just go on and on reading the first few words until it feels right all the way to the end of the sentence.
The other weird habit i had and still have is where i need to look away constantly, turning my head to the left or right. This again, like the re reading habit, only happens where i am in a high pressure situation where i need keep my focus on the screen in front of me. One of my first memories with this particular habit would be from the time when i was something like 11 or 13 something. I was playing subway surferers. I couldn't just keep looking at the screen. I felt a strong need to look away and at one of the top corners of the room i was in, like every 4 seconds. I didn't wanted to lose the game but i couldn't help but give in to those urges. This problem still raises it's ugly head up when i am playing some fps game where i need to have my full focus on the screen and be ready for the enemy showing up. This is why i will never be able to learn to drive cause i am afraid i won't be able to focus straight ahead.
There is this other one which is like always present cause it happens too frequently and have a huge influence on my life. If i run into some sort of a trigger, then i have to think some specific thoughts(depending on what the trigger was) while doing some weird physical actions such as moving my right shoulder, gritting my teeth, tensing my neck muscles or just some new action that stays for some days and goes away(such as pushing my glasses up with my fist). This one is hard to explain so i think i will stop right here.
I also get weird intrusive thoughts where i think mean stuff about others or some other uncomfortable things. Those thoughts are not how i really feel. These thoughts require me to counter them with some other sort of thoughts or phrases or mental images which 'clears' them out. They scare me a lot sometimes. They feed off my fear.
There are really so many little little habits, that i don't see any point in mentioning them all. When i got really overwhelmed and stressed by my habits in the past, i tried looking up online to see if there were others with similar problems to me. But really i didnt found anything. I don't think it's just me making shit up. I don't think my symptoms match with any OCD ones. I don't have the doing some shit for 100th time or something bad will happen thing. Most of my shit is indulging in weird habits till it feels 'right'. Tics are closer to what i have but it also isnt exactly my problem. There is something called 'tourettic OCD'. Idk if this is what i have. This is the first time i am talking all about this with someone. I would never be able to talk about it with my parents. It's just too weird and embarassing. I have actually talked about it with chatgpt. If i had OCD atleast i would be able to self diagnose myself and have comfort in the fact that there are others like me, that i am dealing with something i know exist and that what my mental illness is familiar. What do i do in my case? i don't even fucking know for sure if all this is even a mental illness and that i am not just making shit up. Maybe the diagnosis is just that i have gone crazy or something. I am never gonna tell those jew doctors or anyone else about this shit. I am taking this to the grave with me. At least in death i won't have to deal with it.