I already had to look for multiple things this morning. My brother, who has OCD, comes over and rearranges everything.....Like the refrigerator, the pantry, the livingroom and whatever else he sees that he thinks needs to be rearranged or straightened. Things are rarely ever where I left them so I have to search for them.
Oh, by the way, this is not my house. It is my mothers so he feels free to come and go as he pleases. Sleep here, do laundry, raid her liquor cabinet, make long distant calls, eat whatever is here that I've made for the kids. Mom lets him because he takes care of the yard for her. I can't tell him to leave.......He's 38 years old. Time to get a life.
He's so much like our dad it's scary. He looks like him, acts like him, thinks like him. Dad never grew up either. He didn't realize that until right before he died of a massive heart attack at 52. It's sad that he missed out on being a father. Oh, he was a daddy, but just not a father. He only wanted the fun part. Actually, he only wanted the fun part of being a mom and not a dad.
He was transgendered. He had gender disphoria. And never did anything positive about it. He did everything he could to hide it from everyone, including himself. The alcohol and drugs just made it harder. I didn't even know about any of it until my sister told me over the phone while I was away at college. That was a real shock. My sister was living with him at the time and found that he kept taking her underclothes and was blaming it on his on-again-off-again girlfriend. But more on that later......My son is badgering me to let him have a turn on this machine.