Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts

Friday, January 25, 2013

Prevention



I saw an OCD meme I wanted to share with K the other day. I told him so, and he automatically responded, “I don’t even want to freaking hear about it.” He’s so used to shutting people down when they attempt to talk OCD. I pushed my phone in his face, and his expression softened.


“Well, it’s about damn time that we took the meme world back from them,” he exclaimed.

He and I see a lot of OCD memes. They ebb and flow on my Facebook feed every few months, and I’m witnessing an upsurge again.  Most of these memes are wrong and slightly offensive to me just because they are filled with untruths. They are very offensive to K—who, of course, has all the right in the world to be offended. He feels as if they invalidate the horrible nature of what he went through and all of the progress he’s made.

In the past six months, I’ve been appalled to realize how often we use OCD as an adjective, how often we trivialize it in jokes, how often we pass off incorrect information about the disorder without even realizing it. My kid comes home and talks about the kids who—while trying to show compassion and empathy—discuss how they have OCD some days too, how they are neat freaks, too, how they think the public bathrooms at school are disgusting too, how they can’t eat red Skittles, either.

He responds with, “Oh, wow, that’s wild,” and “That must be rough,” and all the other things one could say when they just want to shut down the conversation, but in a polite way.

I’ve started calling people on it. I’ve done it nicely (As in, “Hey, would you consider taking this down? K and I have learned over the last few months that this is not really OCD, and it can really project the wrong image of his condition. I don’t want to start a fight, but I do want to start a discussion, so I’m hoping we could talk about it further.”), but I’ve lost more than one Facebook friend this way. Often, these people tell me that they have OCD, too, and that my taking offense is offensive to them. I’ve only had one who responded in any conversational way.

Why do I call people on it? Well… I’m not their therapist, so I don’t know what they’ve been diagnosed with, but I don't understand why someone with the disorder would want to post untruths…  It's mostly because all I see these days is memes on OCD, and I’ve never seen a meme for depression or schizophrenia or dissociative disorder, and I wonder why OCD is fair game.

Why is making fun of OCD fair game? Can anyone explain this to me? I know I’m sensitive to the issue, but… Can anyone tell me where the Tumblr blogs making fun of psychosis are? I didn’t think so.

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K is actually doing really well these days. Not that the obsessions are gone (the medication does turn down the volume significantly), and not that the compulsions are completely gone either (the kid is always going to wash his hands, and he’s always going to let someone else open a door for him if he can), but K can function. Manage.

Live. My kid can live again.

Back in August, K could not touch a door handle, could not touch a bathroom floor, could not touch others, could not have his things touched by others, could not have people in his room, could not touch the bottom of his shoes, could not look directly at the screen of his phone, could not leave anything plugged into an electrical outlet, could not leave his room without repeatedly opening and closing his dresser drawers, could not go to bed without setting his alarm clock nine times… this is not even a comprehensive list of what my kid was doing…

Most importantly, in August, K could not eat. My son could not eat. His food was likely contaminated with deadly bacteria, and it wasn’t the prospect of his own death that bothered him so much, but the idea that he would inadvertently pass a deadly disease to his brother that prevented him from eating. The rituals he performed to keep us all alive and well each day was in excess of four to five hours each day, and that didn’t even count all of the things he cleaned or the verbal checking he would do with me each day. The rituals were a huge problem, but they didn’t even touch the fact that my kid couldn’t eat. He was hungry. He wanted to eat. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it, even though he knew the obsessive thoughts were irrational.

My kid has put 15 pounds back on his skinny frame in the past five months. He can eat again.

So this is the point where I always want to ask exactly how preferring alphabetical order or avoiding red Skittles is OCD… I understand categorizing and magical thinking, and the roles they can play in OCD, but having one thing that you find bothersome does not an OCD diagnosis make. 


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K is to the point in his treatment where exposure-response therapy is over, and it’s all about relapse prevention. He knows he can do certain things without getting sick or us dying. He knows the coping skills to manage intrusive thoughts when they strike. Now we need to learn how to keep it from ever getting as bad as it was again.

He’s not cured. There is no cure. He will never be ‘normal’. We had a baseline of manageable behavior we wanted to reach, and for the most part, we’ve reached it. OCD will always be a specter in the back his mind, waiting to rear up. It will come back. He will have other episodes. It will be there tomorrow, and it will be there twenty years from now. The question is, will he be able to recognize it, mitigate it, and find the help he needs to move past it? That’s what we’re working on now. And this, by far, is the hardest part.

Part of what he wants to do (and I as well, to be completely honest) in this relapse prevention segment of treatment is talk to others about what OCD really is, what it really means, and how debilitating it can be. He doesn’t know how he wants to go about doing this yet, and I’m not going to push him. I’ll let him come to his own decisions on how to best approach that. Still, just the fact that there was an OCD meme on an OCD Tumblr written by someone who actually has the disorder makes a world of difference, and gives him something to consider.

If you would like to check out the Tumblr I mentioned, you can find it here.

Monday, December 31, 2012

A Year in Review



2012 has provided us with one helluva wild ride. Then again, I don’t know that there’s been a single year of our lives—since J and were together, at least—that hasn’t been a wild ride.  That being said, the reason I started this blog nearly three years ago was to reflect on our lives—to find the positive and remember it through the hard times. I lost that once, and I never want to travel through that darkness again.

So, let’s take a quick look at some of the highlights of 2012—as featured on this blog or not—and then I’ll be ready to start thinking about 2013… although, if you caught me on Twitter last night, you know that I’ll only be making resolutions I know I can keep. Like spending more time on Pinterest.

In January, I mentally powered through an minor PA relapse. Writing about it gave me the chance to connect with other individuals who suffer from RA, PA, and Lupus. We traded notes on meds, exercises, shortcuts and foods.  I’ve been med free for quite some time now (since July 2009), and I can attribute most of it to J’s enforcement of a positive attitude and exercising Every. Damn. Day. Which, at first, made me feel like I was going to die. I hate freaking exercise.

In February, J and I took a weekend trip to KC and I started writing for Sprocket Ink! My favorite posts to write in the last year certainly had to be about the Hunger Games Haters and the Zombie Apocalypse. Also, last February, I began to take a stand against the teacher who was making Ant’s life a living hell.

In March, I first starting preaching the benefits of finding your Twitter tribe, and wrote an SI article that started the phrase ‘Hooker Powers’ amongst my friends. It was awesome.

April brought a declaration from J that I need to write about him more often, and Alex from Late Enough and I shared a mutual hatred of birds.  Also? The Bloggess released the funniest book ever.

May marked the one year anniversary of the tornado which devastated my hometown in 2011. Steph from Musings of a Sarcastic Mind  started #OperationPlayMore and I joined in. J was still on me to write more about him.


June brought vacation. Because there’s no better time to go to Disney World than when there’s a tropical storm. No lie! The rain keeps the temperatures down and the lines away. It was fantastic to know that it was 83 degrees in Florida while it was 106 in Missouri. Plus? We totally got to see a rocket launch and Atlantis make its way home. Also, there was the broken shower incident of 2012… I still hold Mike Holmes responsible…


July was hot. And unbearable. And tried to kill me, since June didn’t get the job done.

In August, I spent a week in Chicago sans-guys. Granted, it was for work, but it was awesome. Good food. My first official train ride.  


In September, which is one of the busiest months of the year for me (I know, I know… I say it about almost every month) we openly admitted to K’s OCD diagnosis—which had been a summer-long process, and to make me feel better, the Twitter gave me a vacuum. Again, this is why the Twitter is awesome! Okay, maybe it didn’t exactly happen that way, but close enough. Oh, and I totally copped to believing in ghostesses, and started a group with like-minded women who want to travel to ghosty places, learn to ghost-hunt, and drink. Mostly the traveling and drinking bit, I bet. Then Noa from Oh, Noa told me she wanted to come and investigate my house (she totally was a ghost hunter before) and I didn’t find it creepy at all.

October and November both are kind of a blur. I spent most of my time writing the grant. I also had some funny moments (well, funny for J, not for me) and Jesse took pity on me and sent me some Rock Star Wine
  
In December… well, I officially admitted I have let myself go (although I’ve been able to rectify a bit of that over the last week of vacation—I even gave myself a manicure on Saturday—a manicure!) and then… well, I think it was hard for many of us to get in the Christmas spirit this year—especially if we had elementary-aged children.  Each year, the four of us do something or make something to remind us of the Christmas spirit. This year, I’m happy to say we participated in #28ActsofKindness.




Why 28? Because there were 28 victims that day, at least in my mind. I don’t believe in monsters, but I do believe we have a massive gap in mental health care services in our nation today. I also told you that I am (still) waiting in the Common Ground.

And there you have it. Not an exceptional year, per se, but an adventure, nonetheless. Every day with these three guys (and Super-Sophie) is an adventure, to be sure!  I’m looking forward to 2013… but I suppose that’s fodder for a post tomorrow. 

What is(are) the highlight(s) from your 2012? And what are you looking forward to in 2013? 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

So Very Thankful



I’m not the biggest fan of Thanksgiving.

It has a lot to do with the fact that Thanksgiving was not a huge deal in my family. In my childhood, Thanksgiving was best known for the four days away from school and the dessert night my family would always hold on the Friday following.

Then there’s the whole mass genocide of indigenous North Americans that bothers me as well. Hitler modeled the Holocaust after Andrew Jackson’s removal of Native Americans from their ancestral lands, use of whiskey, and small pox blankets, after all.

Then there’s the fact that J’s grandmother left this Earth last year in the wee hours of Thanksgiving morning.

Yet… this year we have a LOT to be thankful for. Big things. Brutally honest, clear things. 2011 was not our best year. 2012 has turned out to be much, much better.

I am thankful for Ant’s fourth grade teacher, who got him back on grade level in reading (and almost there in writing) in one TRIMESTER. After the utter failure that third grade turned out to be, this has been a huge boon to our family. Ant is, once again, excited to go to school and to learn.

I’m thankful Ant no longer has panic attacks when to comes to even thinking about writing.

I’m thankful he was recognized this week, in a school-wide assembly, for being the fourth grade student champion of his school for his efforts. He was so proud to accept the award—where even the community and business partners shook his hand and patted him on the back.

I am thankful for the two promotions at work my husband has received in the past year. My husband works so hard, and even though retail management can be a thankless job, knowing that he is being recognized for his hard work makes my heart swell.

I am thankful to have this blog as one of my main creative outlets. I know I haven’t been on here much in the past two months, and yet, people keep stopping by to read. I’m thankful for you!

I’m thankful that I had the opportunity at work to write a grant proposal (which is why I’ve been remiss in posting here) that asks for a chunk of change to help us start something really cool. I’m glad that the second draft of that proposal is now done (as of yesterday)!

I am thankful to work with women who believe in me, who want me to strive, who want me to stretch my limits.

Most importantly, however… I am thankful that K is still here with us. I am thankful for the knowledge of how to navigate the mental health care system in our country. I am thankful for Zoloft. I am thankful for minimal side effects. I am thankful for Exposure Response Therapy. I am thankful for his therapist and for the teachers he’s told who support him at school.

I am thankful that my son can now start to talk about it with his extended family and friends without feeling like others knowing would be the end of the world.

And I am so very thankful he’s alive. I am thankful that when he had decided it would be better to die than live like this, when he started considering how he should do it, that he came to me to talk, instead. That he gave us the chance to help him.

I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday this year. I plan to make the most of mine.

This post is in response to the Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop prompt to tell what you are thankful for. 

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Longest Follow-up Post Ever


I’ve received a lot of questions in regards to the post I wrote about my son being diagnosed with OCD. Three questions stand out, though. Three questions flooded my inbox, over and over again. Three questions that people really wanted me to answer. I don’t know how well I can answer them, but I can give it a shot.

How did you know something was wrong? What are the signs of OCD?
K was always a particular child who preferred to be clean and refused to eat junk food (in other words, he’s a health nut, and may not be our child), so when the symptoms first started I attributed it to teenage weirdness; the dramatic increase in hygiene and appearance that many teens experience. Over the course of the summer though, my inner dialogue went from “Hmmm” to “Huh” to “Wow” to “This isn’t right” to “Oh, HELL no”. His symptoms escalated, in other words.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Because Knowing is the First Step to Understanding


For the first time ever, I’m writing a post where I’ll blatantly beg you to like, comment and share. This is because I feel strongly about what I’m going to say, and my gut tells me others may feel the same. My son doesn’t want me to share this—he doesn’t want anyone to know—but one look at his cracked and bleeding hands will tell you that something is very, very wrong.

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