Wednesday, November 28, 2012

OCD: De-Monked (Part 1 of a 5 part series)

Dear Friends,

Wow, it has been a crazy long time since I last blogged! Whether I chalk it up to business, laziness, or a mixture of both, it is good to be back. My next blogging adventure takes me back to the two-fold reason I created this blog in the first place--promoting my Etsy business, Words Truly, which I started since being home from Notre Dame, and blogging about life, love, and why in the world I came home from Notre Dame.

As I mentioned in my previous blog post, Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You, I came home from Notre Dame on medical leave to be treated for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. In that post, I gave a brief overview of my experience with OCD and anxiety disorders, the effect they have had on my life, and the treatment involved. Over the next few weeks, I will be blogging about OCD and will discuss various aspects of the disorder, lesser known facts, my personal demons, and treatment. The first of this five part series discusses what OCD is and is not, and the perception of OCD due to the (awesome) television show, Monk. The second blog post will discuss my two major OCD "themes" I have dealt with, as well as some other minor forms of OCD. The third blog post will discuss how having OCD has affected my life. The fourth blog post will address in detail the treatment in which I have been involved. Finally, the fifth blog post will address the question "What now?" I hope you will read these blog posts with an open mind and an open heart and allow yourself to learn something new.

The TV show, "Monk," tells the story of Adrian Monk, a former cop who suffers from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. His wife, Trudy, was killed in a car bomb that was believed to be intended for Monk. After his wife's death, his OCD spiraled out of control and he reached a point of non-functionality. He was declared mentally unfit to serve as a police officer. After many years, he is able to begin working again as a consultant for the police. He has an uncanny ability to see details that others cannot and to solve mysteries that seem impossible to make sense of. He describes his disorder as "a gift and a curse," as it allows him to be the brilliant detective that he is while debilitating his every move. He is afraid of 312 various things, including milk, ladybugs, harmonicas, heights, imperfection, driving, food touching on his plate, and messes. The show takes a comedic look at OCD by depicting Monk as the "defective detective," the Rain Man of crime-solving world. 


Now, Monk is my favorite TV show of all-time. I absolutely adore this show and I cried when it ended. However, I also believe it gives OCD a very narrow and compacted persona to the rest of the world. If you watch Monk with no prior knowledge of OCD, this is the impression of OCD that you will receive: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is characterized by a fear of germs, dirt, and a lack of order and organization. It leads the sufferer to use baby wipes after shaking the hands of others, avoid messes and to organize disorder. It can actually be pretty funny to see someone who suffers from OCD try to interact with the rest of the world. This is what Monk teaches its viewers. While I love this show and laugh along with everyone else, I completely disagree with the picture of OCD that Monk paints. 

I believe there is a great lack of knowledge about mental disorders in our society today. This may be caused by a variety of issues. Schools may not be educating students beyond the very basics of mental disorders. For example, students learn that depression can lead to suicide, eating disorders include anorexia and bulimia, and OCD is a type of anxiety disorder. Students do not necessarily learn what to do when a friend is suicidal, the causes of eating disorders, or the various types of OCD. Another cause of this feeble understanding of mental disorders may be that it is a taboo topic, even in the 21st century. I also feel that shows like Monk give an impression that may be false or may not tell the entire story. I would like to debunk these impressions that Monk gives. 

OCD: De-Monked

1. OCD is characterized by a fear of germs, dirt, and a lack of order.

This is the biggest myth perpetuated by Monk. When I was first diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, I had no idea that I was really suffering primarily from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. This was due in part to my familiarity with Monk. I had a perception that OCD was all about fearing germs, dirt, and items like books failing to be in alphabetical order. I was certainly experiencing fear, but it had nothing to do with these topics. After three years, I summoned the courage to do a Google search of my biggest "feared topic." My jaw literally dropped when I discovered a multitude of websites describing everything I had experienced as symptoms of OCD.

I will not go into great detail here, because this will be the topic of my second blog post, but I suffered from two major forms of OCD. The first is called "HOCD," or Homosexual Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Now, before you get the wrong idea, this type of OCD is not a fear of homosexuals. HOCD is defined by Dr. Steven Seay, Ph.D. as follows: "a specific subtype of OCD that involves recurrent sexual obsessions and intrusive doubts about one’s sexual orientation." Essentially, HOCD is the fear that one is attracted to the same sex, despite feeling attracted to the opposite sex until this fear arose. HOCD has nothing to do with "homophobia" or political views on gay marriage. In fact, many homosexuals experience the same form of OCD, except they fear that they are straight, despite previously believing themselves to be attracted to the same sex. If you cannot wait for my second blog post, in which I will discuss HOCD further, check out this link for some great information about HOCD

The second major form of OCD I have experienced is known as "Self-Harm OCD." This is simply the fear of losing control and harming oneself. Self-Harm OCD encompasses the fear of cutting oneself, committing suicide, or bringing harm to oneself despite the fact that this desire does not exist. 

There are many other forms of OCD that go beyond the narrow definition provided by Monk. These fears include the fear that one might harming family members or friends, the fear that one might be a pedophile, the fear that God does not exist, despite being a strong believer, the fear that one will go to Hell, the fear that one's partner is cheating on them, the fear one will drive their car off the road and kill the passengers, and the fear of a specific number or word. This list is not exhaustive by any means, but it gives you an idea of the multi-faceted, complicated aspects of OCD. The fact that many people do not know about these other forms of OCD is detrimental because those who do suffer with these lesser-known forms of OCD often think something is very "wrong" with them. Many people with HOCD believe they should just accept that they are gay (or straight). In some cases, people have left happy marriages because the intrusive thoughts caused by the OCD were so painful and confusing! Parents with violent obsessions fear that they will be put into a mental institution for having terrible thoughts about harming their children. This lack of knowledge causes others to suffer in silence. 

2. OCD leads the sufferer to avoid the feared things, but the sufferer can still get through life with ease. 

OCD does lead the sufferer to avoid the feared things. However, Monk gives its viewers the idea that you can still be a successful, unaffected human being living a functional life with OCD that is as severe as Mr. Monk's. In my experience, it is not so simple. OCD permeates every aspect of your life and truly brings you to your knees. There are, of course, varying degrees of OCD. Some people are only bothered temporarily by this disorder. Others have mild cases that are barely noticeable. However, people like Mr. Monk and yours truly, whose OCD causes them to quit their jobs, take a leave from school, use a wipe every time they touch someone else's hand, and simply fail to function "normally," need to understand that they do not have to live that tortured life. Treatment is available and it does work. 

3. It can be pretty funny to see someone who suffers from OCD try to interact with the rest of the world. 

Monk provides a humorous conceptualization of OCD, and I can appreciate the jokes. I laugh myself silly when I watch Monk. However, on the flip side, all mental disorders, including OCD, are not laughing matters. I do not like that Monk trivializes a very serious disorder that truly hurts people and tears lives apart.  

Monk is a phenomenal TV show and I highly recommend everyone watch every episode of every season (all 8 of them!) like I did. But I encourage you to do so with this new information in mind. I encourage you to share what you have learned about OCD with your family, friends, co-workers, classmates, and peers. Mental disorders are often a silent epidemic because people are so afraid to talk about what they do not fully understand. I was one of those people who never elaborated on my specific anxieties and fears because I was terrified it would make the fears true, that if I said what I feared out loud, I would be carted off to a mental institution. Throughout this difficult time, I have met and talked to so many people about my experience. The common denominator in every conversation was this: Either the person I spoke with suffered from some form of mental struggle or knew a close friend or family member that did. Mental disorders are common. We need to do our part, take care of each other, and talk about these taboos. 

Words Truly,

Maggie 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Inspiration, or a Lack Thereof

Dear Friends,

I am sitting at the counter in my kitchen, staring at my computer screen, and I have no idea what to write about. I haven't blogged in over a week (so sorry!) and I feel as though I could go a few more days without it. It is one of those days I feel I just do not have very much to say. If my Mom is reading this, she is laughing, because I always have something to say. I am feeling grossly uninspired today, and every topic I come upon seems passe, trite, or lackluster. So I decided: I will whine about my lack of inspiration in the first paragraph of this blog, and then elaborate on what it is that truly inspires me.

1. Quotes

I am clinically obsessed with quotes. I blame my dear friend Hannah for leading me to this obsession, but I do not at all regret the hours I have spent writing down favorite quotes in my quote journal (yes, I do have one of those) and poring over websites like imgfave.com to find new and exciting compilations of words. Sometimes, on days like today, when we are feeling uninspired or simply do not have the right words for our situation, we can turn to the wise minds of others for insight and inspiration.

2. Beauty in Nature

I love nature and its wonders, both big and small, never cease to amaze and inspire me. The sights that invoke the beauty of God's creation draw breath into my lungs in a gasp and inspiration into my soul. I have traveled quite a bit for a nineteen year old, due to my wonderful family vacations and the Singing Angels tours I went on. I have seen this beauty in the woods at Yosemite National Park, on a cruise ship through the Scandinavian seas, on the streets of Tallinn, Estonia, and on the shores of Lake Erie and the other Great Lakes. Nature is a true gift and it keeps me grounded and inspired.

3. My little brother

Read my Mom's blog post here for the entire story: http://www.maidenjane.blogspot.com/2012/11/thoughts-on-life-on-boys-school-and.html

4. Jesus Christ

This guy is amazing. Call me a Jesus freak, but I believe in Him and all that He gives to us. He died so that we might live. There is nothing more inspirational.

5. True love

I am the most realistic hopeless romantic you will ever meet. How's that for a dichotomy? I can't explain myself in any other words, as confusing as they may sound. I am the first person to tell a girl to not rely on a man and to remember to never settle. I am also the first girl to squeal and "aww" at a romantic tale. It really makes no sense, but I digress. True love inspires me to no end. Romantic love is not the only type of love that I adore. The love between best friends, between a parent and a child, and between Christ and his children all amaze me. One of my favorite quotes by C.S. Lewis sums this up quite succinctly: 

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

What inspires you? Leave me a comment!

Words Truly,

Maggie

Monday, November 5, 2012

Success!

Dear Friends,

I write to you with news of success! I have finally achieved success with the creation of my glass dome pendants and will be posting 5 each day until I have posted them all--I have over 65 ready to be purchased!

Here is look at what was posted today!






Happy Shopping! 

Words Truly,

Maggie

P.S. Keep your eyes open for an exciting giveaway in the next week!





Sunday, November 4, 2012

Love Thee Notre Dame: Why?

Dear Friends,

You may see this blog post and think, "Another one about Notre Dame? Really?" You may see this blog post and be incredibly excited because you love Notre Dame as much as I do. Hopefully, all of you will see this blog post and think, "That's a darn good question." If you know me, you know I am obsessed with the University of Notre Dame. The words to our Alma Mater are as follows:


Love thee, Notre Dame. This is a given, an absolute. But why? 

I can give you the obvious reasons in a heartbeat. Notre Dame is one of the most selective schools in the world, has an outstanding academic program, is a premiere research university, and is the home of one of the most storied college football programs of all time (Love them or hate them, you can't deny the history). I love Notre Dame for all of these things, but all of these things are not why I love Notre Dame. 

I love Notre Dame because no matter where you are on campus, there is something to remind you of the beauty of God's creation. I cannot choose the most beautiful place on campus because everything is so beautiful (yes, even the Rad Lab everybody!) From the signature Golden Dome, to the massive football stadium overlooked by Touchdown Jesus, to the beautiful twin lakes to the west of campus, I cannot think of  a more beautiful place in which to live. 





I love Notre Dame because legacy and tradition are its life blood. It unites families. My Papa loved Notre Dame more than I do. For my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary, their children bought them a tree at Notre Dame, adjacent to the Golden Dome. It is now known as "Papa's Tree," and we always visit it when my family comes to ND for a visit.



Part of the huge family at ND a few weeks ago for the BYU Game!

I love Notre Dame because it gives those younger than us something to dream about and to strive for. It awakens a passion in the hearts of young boys and girls, like this one. "I'm going to go to Notre Dame someday." 




If this isn't pure, unadulterated joy, I don't know what is.

I love Notre Dame because it is a place founded on and grounded in Catholicism. My faith is one of the most cherished aspects of my life and to have a place like Notre Dame where living your faith, loving Jesus, and standing up for your beliefs does not make you part of the minority is very special. There are chapels in each dorm and in many of the school buildings, a central Basilica, and The Grotto, a beautiful place to light a candle and send your prayers heavenward. As Father Hesburgh, former Notre Dame president, states, "How many places have a place to pray? The Grotto is Notre Dame's Praying Place."



I love Notre Dame because when I am far from home and missing my family, I have another Mother looking down on me. 


I could go on. Truly. Call me obsessed, but I love Notre Dame with all my heart and believe it to be one of the most special places on Earth, as a physical location, an institution, and a united body of people. As Ohio State Coach Urban Meyer said recently, "You come walking into high school with a (Notre Dame) shirt on, you either get something thrown at you or a big hug." Notre Dame seems to be a love/hate university; you either love them or you hate them.

If I see you wearing a Notre Dame shirt, you'll get the biggest hug of your life. Go Irish.

God. Country. Notre Dame.

Love Thee, Notre Dame.

Words Truly,

Maggie


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Lake Catholic Craft Fair!

Dear Friends,

I apologize for my long absence and overdue blog post. Fill in excuses here.

Because I did not do an Etsy-related post on Monday, I will do so today!

This Saturday, from 9:00-3:00, Words Truly and my sister's business, Pink in Mind, will be at the Lake Catholic Craft Fair selling our products! I will be premiering my glass dome pendants (I have over 50 in stock!), as well as new ribbon pendants and stationary.

All are invited! The LC Craft Fair supports the Performing Arts department, a program very close to my heart. I spent all of my time down "Band Hall" in high school with the most amazing people one could ever hope to meet. Admission is only $2.00 and there will be over 175 vendors, a bake sale, and a 50/50 raffle!


President Obama will be in town at Mentor High at the same time--support small businesses. Come to the Craft Fair. There are no political connotations here. 

Words Truly,

Maggie