I am constantly thinking up rituals.... that will save me from something terrible...I realize with my mind that it will not help, but I do the rituals...It goes automatically...How would I get rid of it.... For example, when I start to feel anxious, I get compulsive hand tics. You can see it. And the anxiety gets less. I realize it has nothing to do with my anxiety decreasing, but the tics are there. And it doesn't look good on people. I have a habit of not stepping on cracks and manholes. When I see a coin lying on the ground, I have a fear that I will have a bad day. If I met a woman in the morning . it would also be a bad day...My nervous tics manifest themselves while driving...I get very nervous on the road...I even skinned my first steering wheel . Someone chews on my legs, and I rip off the steering wheel...It was in a foam cover, and I was at a stoplight, and I forged "holes" in it. something instead of a soft toy. My "ragged" steering wheel looked like an "experienced" steering wheel and made, oddly enough, a good impression on women. Because I had "scratched" the car many times, I polished it many times. and my car looked very good. Outside of the shen there is no way you could tell it was the car of someone who is afraid and doesn't know how to drive. Lately, I've developed a "wheel neurosis". I started to fear that my wheels would fall off when I was driving. And this is in my 8th year of driving experience. It's a very difficult condition for me because I'm really afraid of getting into an accident. I'd drive out and start listening. I'd hear a thump. And that's it, my neurosis begins. I had images of myself flying into an oncoming car, then a scone from the car...and I started pounding. So I went to a couple of repair shops. And there was done everything they could do to take money from me. But I heard a thump. I changed a bunch of parts that hold and spin the wheel. For a while I was feeling better. At home, I listened to wheel knocking on the internet for various faults (there is such a site), and searched for my wheel. I did not know that I had "musical hearing", I never sang or played musical instruments. At the mother's room, they took me for a fool at first. Then they respected me when they found a broken bearing (next to the tire). Then I decided to buy a perfectly new tire so it wouldn't "rustle". because mine was worn down unevenly. After that I had a nervous breakdown. I drove away from the workshop and heard a strong "rustling". I told my wife that the wheels had been badly put on, apparently. She said, "It's just your imagination." So I drove down the street. It was a big bang, I was pounding. I stopped, I looked at the wheels, nothing outside... I was wet with sweat, fear, and I already realized that here we go! It's time for the wheels to fall off...And then my wife started laughing...and the rumbling disappeared. by the way. "Look, the labels from the wheels have fallen off"-said she....Oh, yes...big labels with the price and other things were glued on the tread of the wheels...the service workers did not take them off...and I heard the paper hitting the road surface.... My wife says I'm sick...and I don't know...but I'll go again tomorrow and listen to the wheels.....
