A normal reaction to this would be excitement. I know because I'm having to pretend this is how I feel. Emotionally, I'm not good at much, but I can produce quite a convincing 'I'm excited' conversation...
Of course, for those of you who've read before, it's quite evident that my reaction is going to be anything but normal.
I am terrified. And I am not exaggerating. I would rather go out for a day without being able to make my bed properly, or eat a whole tub of butter than go on holiday on Monday.
This is the part of my OCD that I find most isolating; most embarrassing; most frustrating. When I go on holiday, I miss my house and I miss my routine and I miss my Mum. Everyone else I know goes away for the week and doesn't think about any of that stuff, or whether they turned off all the sockets in their room, or whether they've left any incriminating evidence around their room. When I go on holiday with my family, I find it difficult, but at least they understand and are willing to accommodate my 'quirks'. It just wouldn't be fair to expect the same from my friends.
Does it ever get easier?