As a kid I would wipe my ass with towels that were hanging up.

This is something I’ve never admitted to a single person. <br><br>I’m not sure at what age I stopped doing this, but throughout most of my childhood I had this OCD compulsion where every time I would finish wiping I would stand up, walk over to the towel rack and give it one or two more thorough swipes. I couldn’t not do it. I felt unclean if I didn’t. <br><br>It didn’t matter if I had already wiped myself 15-20 times. It didn’t matter if my parents had just put up clean towels or if I had just gotten out of the shower and the towels on the rack were damp and dirty. <br><br>Neither of my parents ever caught me or even commented on it either. <br><br>It’s not something I’m necessarily ashamed of, but it’s definitely embarrassing. I’ve grown out of it and it’s been years since I’ve done it. It’s mostly just funny to me at this point, but it still feels like something I need to confess to someone.