My Way or the Highway- Dealing with my OCD

I have joked for years that I have slight OCD mannerisms.  As I have gotten older it has really become apparent to me that I have to have things just right to my specifications.  I enjoy tasks that keep me focused on the little details.  I mentioned in my post on cloth diapering that I like to do laundry, that's not a lie.  I like sorting, folding, organizing and putting it in it's place.  With that being said, if you don't do it my way to my specifications when trying to "help me" then it isn't help.  I would much rather do it myself to begin with because no question if it isn't my way I will 100% of the time redo it so in essence your helping has just added more work to my plate.  Same way with my dishwasher, I can open it and immediately know if someone put something in, simply because it is in the wrong place.  It isn't helpful to do that in my house because I will stand there and fix it every time.  There is a standing rule, leave the dishes in the sink I will get to them.  I am not kidding when I ask that.

As a Southern woman I understand the ingrained need to chip in and help but I am not being a martyr when I ask you to leave my kitchen alone or that I don't need help washing/folding laundry because I honestly 100% do not want help.  People thought this would change when the children units were born because I would be exhausted or have my focus somewhere else but it has honestly only made me more focused and organized.  I have heard many people say off the cuff that the spousal unit should "at least do your own laundry" "help with the dishes" and so on and so forth.  Thankfully we are capable enough of handling our own relationship and he understands that I am 100% content to do it all myself.  If by chance I do need his help with something he will jump right in and help, no questions asked.  Several of my friends know that if they come over for dinner I expect them to sit in the kitchen and talk to me when I am cooking.  If I need help I will ask for it, I promise.  You can even feel free to offer but don't ever expect me to take you up on it.  

I really think that once the boys were born my switch flipped to make me more urber focused on the little things.