Confrontation vs. Conversation

“Ask anyone who has stood up for what they believe in, OCD or not. Most valiant moments start out with the hero about to vomit.” My daughter has come a long way from the dark days of lying on the floor sobbing while deep in the throes of OCD’s demanding embrace, and so have I.Continue reading “Confrontation vs. Conversation”

Born Too Soon for Help

“For me, his kindness is not diminished by what he felt he had to do to survive. I remember a sweet old man communing with feral kindred spirits, moments of peace with feline vagabonds.” My family and I sat in our Buick and watched as a sweet old man with snow white hair, a wornContinue reading “Born Too Soon for Help”

The Teenager With OCD: A Forgotten Victim of the Pandemic

“Don’t say it,” I whisper under my breath as Dr. Fauci imparts his sage wisdom to a captive audience. We know the drill: wear your mask, keep your distance, take your temperature, and… “Handwashing,” he advises. “Damn it,” I mutter, looking around the room to make sure my oldest daughter isn’t paying attention. I don’tContinue reading “The Teenager With OCD: A Forgotten Victim of the Pandemic”

Smiling Buddha

My teenage daughter and I come from a long line of nervous smilers, appalled smilers, and many other smile-related coping mechanisms. My Charismatic Christian grandmother even tried to pray a demon of mockery out of my sister due to her nervous giggling. Of course, that’s a whole other post, perhaps titled, “Nonsense Be Thy Name,”Continue reading “Smiling Buddha”