“My weakness is wearing too much leopard print.”
-Jackie Collins
(you and me both, sister.)
Leopard Print Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick
“My weakness is wearing too much leopard print.”
-Jackie Collins
(you and me both, sister.)
Strong words, I know, but more often than not it’s true. Sure, the TV show Monk made OCD look cute, comical and endearing, but it is anything but to the afflicted. OCD stands for obsessive-compulsive disorder. There are around 3 million reported cases in the US alone and it has the power to devastate lives and destroy families.
I frequently hear people say they are “so OCD about” *insert stupid bullsh*t here.* Not sure what I’m talking about? Let me give you some quotes I have heard come out of the mouths of the uneducated and how they translate to my ears – the ears of someone who actually struggles with OCD (though fortunately very mildly compared to other sufferers):
“I am so OCD about my parking space. It seriously pisses me off when someone parks in it.”
“I’m a brat who just wants to complain about walking an extra 20 feet to my door…lazy American stereotype? That’s me! If I ever travel abroad locals will cringe at my every word and action.”
“I have to get a mani/pedi at least once a week. I’m totally OCD when it comes to my nails.”
“I like to pamper myself. I really need that time to unwind…and I like my nails to be pretty.”
“I’m really OCD about my stuff. I hate it when people move my sh*t around.”
“I’m actually a little particular and don’t like it when people mess with my things.”
Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing wrong with having preferences, pet peeves, getting annoyed or liking to treat yourself to something you enjoy (although the parking thing really does irk me…it just comes off as lazy and spoiled. Get off your ass and walk. It won’t kill you). There is a HUGE difference between a preference or habit and a compulsion. My beef is with those claiming to have OCD when they clearly do not…and in doing so marginalize and mock those who actually suffer from the debilitating disorder.
“Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce anxiety (obsessions), repetitive behaviors that are engaged in to reduce anxiety (compulsions), or a combination of both. While many are concerned about germs or leaving their stove on, people with OCD are unable to control their anxiety-producing thoughts and their need to engage in ritualized behaviors. As a result, OCD can have a tremendous negative impact on people’s day-to-day functioning.” – from the National Institute of Mental Health
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER DESTROYS LIVES.
It is certainly nothing to mock or pretend to suffer from any more than AIDS or cancer. “Oh my god guys, my diet is working so well! I’m losing so much weight I look like a late stage AIDS patient.” Sounds 100% ignorant, cold and bitchy, doesn’t it? Well that’s how people sound when they bandy about the term OCD like it’s some big joke…especially to those whose lives, careers, bodies and marriages have been destroyed by it.
“I couldn’t do anything without rituals. They invaded every aspect of my life. Counting really bogged me down. I would wash my hair three times as opposed to once because three was a good luck number and one wasn’t. It took me longer to read because I’d count the lines in a paragraph. When I set my alarm at night, I had to set it to a number that wouldn’t add up to a ‘bad’ number.”
“Getting dressed in the morning was tough, because I had a routine, and if I didn’t follow the routine, I’d get anxious and would have to get dressed again. I always worried that if I didn’t do something, my parents were going to die. I’d have these terrible thoughts of harming my parents. I knew that was completely irrational, but the thoughts triggered more anxiety and more senseless behavior. Because of the time I spent on rituals, I was unable to do a lot of things that were important to me.” – from the National Institute of Mental Health
Fortunately my OCD is very mild but increases when I am under a large amount of emotional stress. When I went away to college in Austin I had no friends, my dorm mate was arrested for murdering her father (that’s a story for another day), my second roommate was a part-time nudist & femi-nazi, I was going through a long string of bad boyfriends and I was away from home for the first time in my life. I didn’t even realize I was stressed until one day, as I was walking to French class, I noticed I had been counting my steps (in my head, thank god) starting at my dorm and ending at the classroom.
I began to notice I was counting without even thinking about it when I did things that involved me being around lots of people. It was a calming ritual I was performing subconsciously to quell the anxiety I was experiencing (anxiety being one of the primary symptoms of OCD).
It mutated into a combination of checking & counting rituals combined with compulsions around toxins (specifically household cleansers…which I still stand by…if I can’t eat it or squirt it in my eye without dying or going blind then it doesn’t need to be in my house) and was at its height of severity about a year after I kicked cancer’s ass.
I worked on it diligently for years to get where I am today (and without the help of a therapist or regular medication – save the occasional xanax for the random anxiety attacks stemming from the cancer survival. Being pigheaded can really work in my favor sometimes). Now my symptoms involve a small handful of checking routines that I no longer engage in on a daily basis nor do they interfere with my daily life. There are, sadly, millions out there who are not so lucky.
OBSESSIVE THOUGHTS:
COMPULSIVE BEHAVIORS:
Not so bad? Imagine if these thoughts and rituals took up the majority of your day. Imagine it takes you 30 extra minutes to leave your house for work because you have to keep checking your front door to make sure it’s locked…and then you STILL aren’t sure so you have to call your roommate, spouse or parent to drive by your house and check the door for you…and then you have to go by the house on your lunch break and check it again…but you KNOW you can’t go in the house to eat because you’ll have to start the entire process all over again…and then you get to go through a similar process before you go to bed at night getting up over and over and over to check the door to make sure it’s locked.
OCD is not getting your knickers in a knot because someone parked in “your” parking space. OCD is not getting miffed when the restaurant serves Diet Pepsi instead of Diet Coke. OCD, for the millions who suffer from it, is a living hell that seems inescapable because how do you escape your own thoughts? Yeah…you don’t…not without a lot of help, love, understanding and support.
If you or someone you love is suffering from OCD there is help available (pet’s included – dogs and cats can develop the disorder as well & have been successfully treated with medications such as Prozac). There are a variety of treatment options available from medication to cognitive behavioral therapy. It can be successfully managed. Here’s a list of online resources to help point you in the right direction:
| WebMD | Mayo Clinic | National Institute of Mental Health |
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.
-Pablo Neruda
Do I really need to further explain that Instagram is like heroin to me? I don’t really think I do…from now on, no words…only photos. Be forewarned: there are a LOT of photos this week. Smooches to you and have a smashing weekend my dears!
April Fools Joke by local kids…it was filled with Cheerios
Spring = new shoes!!!!
an old flyer for Elysium from my old Austin days.
“Wrapped in Plastic”
Good morning feet. Good morning, Mischa. Good morning feet and Mischa.
“Quite the mind & listen to the heart”
One of my favorite antique store scores…so precious.
“My strength is my will. My power is my heart.”
I awake each day to an alien world…this is what an Iris looks like in the alliverse.
a cow dressed as a beefeater….oh the irony.
more of my antiques: stained glass salvaged from an old house in St. Augustine, books and shoes from Louisiana, Texas and Arkansas.
Detail of “The Sisters Three, The Ones Who See: one spins, one weaves, one cuts”
Fine are prints, cards, etc. will be available tomorrow via Society6.
“My Cross to Bear”
“As you turn to go…I’ll be dying slowly ‘till the next hello.”
You can never have too many pillows. It’s a fact.
I wish I had room for just ONE MORE chair…*sigh*
“The Alternate”
The roses are in bloom…
“Echo All Over the World”
“Some Velvet Morning”
This week’s guest is none other than the most fabulous Nubby Twiglet, graphic designer, blogger and sartorial super-woman . If you dig amazing design and inspiration galore then you should most definitely be reading her blog, if you aren’t already. Are you ready to bask in her awesomeness? Yeaaaaaaaaah you are…
1) In 10 words or less tell us what makes you so freakin’ awesome…and don’t be modest. Let ‘er rip.
I focus on what I want and make it happen.
2) Did you (or do you currently) have an imaginary friend(s)? If so, tell us a little about him/her/it/them.
I never had imaginary friends but maybe that’s because I wasn’t by myself very often. My brother is 2 years younger and we were always together, making mischief. If I’d been an only child, I probably would have had a ton of ’em!
3) Do you believe in ghosts?
Yes, definitely. I think it stems from watching Unsolved Mysteries on a weekly basis as a kid. I still have flashbacks of some of the scarier episodes!
4) What one thing scares the ever-loving crap out of you more than anything else in the whole wide world?
Heights! I’ve been on the edge of rooftops and I’ve had to climb ladders. Every time, I’m scared to death! They always say that you shouldn’t look down but inevitably, curiosity gets the best of me and then it’s all over.
5) Sunrise, sunset, new moon or full moon?
Sunrise, always. To me, it’s a reminder of a new day and a fresh start.
6) If you had to live the rest of your life inside one book or movie, what would it be and why?
The Alchemist. Every time I read the book, I gain some completely new knowledge from the story. I love that it’s full of mystery, adventure, taking risks and ultimately, encourages us to follow our dreams.
7) It’s the zombie apocalypse. The person you love more than anyone, anywhere, ever has been bitten by one of the walking dead. It is inevitable that they will turn into a soulless, flesh-eating monster. What do you do?
I’d hop on Twitter and ask if anyone knows of a cure! The internet is full of answers to anything and everything, right?!
Here’s a little space that’s all yours. Do with it what you will. Draw a picture, tell us about a current project, pet peeve, new product, write a haiku about unicorns, recount your bigfoot sighting, post some of your fave photos, creations, etc…you get the idea. It’s all yours.
I just re-read “It’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want To Be” by Paul Arden and it’s really inspiring me at the moment to set new goals. Life is too short to settle for anything less than your personal best and this is a good reminder of that.