One, despite meeting me after work, refused to take my hints to wash and I couldn’t relax. At 6am, I showered in boiling water while he slept and deleted his number. The other didn’t brush his teeth before we went to bed, saying he "couldn’t be bothered" to do that every night. I lay rigid as he tried to kiss me, so I fictionalised a period, said goodnight and remained still, pretending to be asleep. I hadn’t felt comfortable enough in either of those situations to tell them about my OCD, despite the fact they probably would have complied and, maybe, even understood.