My darling girl, I can’t believe you’re six months old. I don’t mean this in the “oh, time travels so fast” way that I certainly will default to for every milestone of the rest of your life. I mean in the “I cannot believe we made it to six months” way. You see, I spent…
Tag: OCD
To the person waiting for my parking spot…
Dear person in the parking lot today, Believe me, I saw you as I walked out of the gym. I know you saw me, because you started doing the creep along behind me as I walked to my space. Did you happen to see the diaper bag slung over one shoulder and the gym bag…
In sickness and in health…
There’s never a convenient time to be sick, and there’s never a convenient time for someone you love to be sick. When someone you love is dealing with a mental illness, it can often take over their entire life, and yours as well
Sharing our stories…
In case you missed it, there was an incredibly open piece in The Mirror yesterday. If you haven’t had time to read, it’s about a 23-year-old man named Richard Taylor whose OCD imprisoned him for months–causing him to lose 3.5 stone (roughly 50 pounds, if you’re an American unfamiliar with that unit of measurement) and remain upstairs…
Dear Pediatrician, please be careful with your “careful.”
(Last week I brought my daughter to the pediatrician for her checkup. Yesterday, I brought my son. Our pediatrician is a professor of pediatric medicine–cause neurotic mama wanted the very BEST for her kids–and so we get different residents at the beginning of our appointment. Then, our pediatrician, who I love, comes in. This letter…
I have OCD, please don’t touch my baby…
For those of you who haven’t read this blog before, when I say I have OCD, I don’t mean that I think organization is super cool (though I do, because it is…) I mean that I experience intrusive, unwanted, and anxiety-producing thoughts about any number of things. The thought of harm coming to those I…
The end of breastfeeding…
If you haven’t read the entry immediately before this one, I recommend it–it’ll give you some more insight into my fears about the meeting I had with the psychiatrist. I have to stop breastfeeding. This is a loss for me. When my son was born, breastfeeding was hard. I mean hard. It took weeks of practicing…
Medication changes…
So, I know I’ll be meeting with the psychiatrist in my program today. I know that we’ll be talking about decreasing one of my medications. I know this because we talked about talking about it last week. The reason why we’re talking about it is that I’m currently pumping in the hopes of being able…
…even my prayer life is compulsive.
So, I’m Catholic. Not just a Christmas and Easter Catholic, I’m an obsessive Catholic. Jim Gaffigan would probably call me a “Shi’ite Catholic.” I’m pretty traditional, very into the sacraments and the Saints, and I find great comfort in the Church. It is my home. So naturally, I find it difficult when I find my…
So I came out of the OCD closet….
I posted the following to Facebook. So far, the response has been entirely lovely. I am so blessed by the people in my life. Ignore the grammar gaffes, I typed it on my phone. (Names redacted, for now…) Dear friends, Some of you may not have noticed, others may have noticed and been too afraid…
Mommy Has OCD 