All of my OCD struggles over the last few months have proven productive in exactly one respect. My crosstitching has gotten a lot of attention.
Here’s how it looked the last time I showed it off, when I only had a few hours into it. Since March that’s just about all I’ve worked on in the evenings, letting that repetitive stitching and counting soothe my jangled nerves.
I think there’s a potential scientific study in the effects of needlework on obsessive disorders. Every time I’ve met someone with obsessive tendancies, especially the teenagers I knew who self-harmed or struggled with disordered eating as a component of obsession, I have begged them to get to the stitching aisle. It has worked wonders for me.