My mom and I both have OCD.
I'm obsessed with death, and she's obsessed with everything else.
Not entirely true...I HAVE to have my towels, clothes, etc folded a certain way. I have to have all of the cupboard doors and drawers closed. Perhaps a few other things that I can't recall just now too. lol
I can control mine to only hurting me...she can't control her's at all.
All of my mom's old friends have now disowned her. No one talks to her. She can't understand why, so she finds ways to blame it all on them.
I have tried to talk to these people ( including her own family members ) and explain to them what's going on in her head. When I mention OCD, they of course claim it's just another excuse made up by doctors and pharma's to make money. Ouch!!
Anyway, some of the things ( like sticking her chest out at people, lifting a breast, and shoving it in their faces ) freaks people out.
When the phone rings, I cringe...knowing full well that it's her...to tell me about yet another new disease that she was just diagnosed with, or how cold her feet are today, or whatever it is.
She is not happy unless everyone around her is in chaos. When things are great she will make sure they go sour.
If she's yelling she's happy. If she thinks for one second that she is not in control of a situation, she runs to her room and cries for hours on end. If you take your troubles to someone other than her...watch out.
She needs to be in control of everything...and every one.
She reminds me of that song I heard on the radio a few years ago " I'm only happy when it rains ".
For all of you that are my age and older, and don't want to ruin your hearing, just look up the lyrics. lol
It's by a band called Garbage. lol
This song explains my mom.
Anyway...I know how to deal with my own thoughts...to hurt only myself and not others, but how do I help her?
Do I apologize to everyone for her? Do I make sure to tell people that I don't really know, that she has this problem?
Do I call her doctor's office and demand that they let me talk to her doctor to tell her how bad things are getting?
You see, her OCD isn't just hurting her, it's hurting all of us. I hate going to visit them because people in small towns talk...and they love to talk about her...and this hurts me.
Anyone have any ideas? We all know how to deal with ourselves and our disorders, but how do you deal with people who have the same disorder?
If I was doing something that made everyone hate me, I would want someone to tell me...I would go to my doctor for help...but she isn't like that.
I need to find a way to make it look like it's HER idea to talk to her doctor about this.
And if anyone can tell me how to get over this death thing...everyone around me is going lately...buried my grandfather just before Christmas.
I'm not afraid to die...I'm just terrified about what will happen to my kids...and of course I worry about how much pain I will have before hand...even though nothing is really wrong with me...but...you all know how it is.lol
Maybe writing a will ( which I've started a thousand times, but can't decide what to leave to who...) will help?