Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Resolute

Dear Friends,

The new year. Each year, we celebrate the death of one year and the birth of another. The death of struggles, pain, and difficulties and the birth of opportunity, hope, and resolutions. None of us know what this new year will bring, but we all have a hopeful portrait of what it could look like.

My personal journey through 2012 was difficult. There were countless ups and downs, the rhythm of life we all know too well. But, like all of you, I look to 2013 with hope. Determination. Resolution.

We all make them. We all poke fun at our failure to uphold them. That's right: New Year's Resolutions. I made a few that are now hanging on my wall, staring me in the face when I awake each morning. I would like to share these and few additional musings with you.


1. Get back to ND! 

Through the plethora of blog posts I have done about my struggles with OCD and the fact that I home on medical leave, I do not recall if I posted that I will not be back at Notre Dame for this upcoming semester. I believe I am ready to return to school. However, Notre Dame enforces a strict medical leave policy that states all students on medical leave must take a full two semesters off from school. I fought this rule very hard and was told my case made it "pretty high up in Student Affairs," but to no avail-I was crushed when I learned I would not be returning to Notre Dame for the Spring Semester. Each day, I accept my reality a little bit more, but it is still difficult. In this new year, I resolve to continue working hard in therapy and in my everyday life to prepare myself to return to my home.

2. Be flexible

I am your type-A personality, loves making lists, organized kind of girl. When I plan something, I set my mind to it and, to a certain degree, fixate on what I have planned in my mind. If that changes, I have a hard time adapting. Since being home, this has become very apparent to me in my attempts to stay busy. I joined a gym and my days were filled with never-ending colds and a stress fracture in my ankle that prevented me from running. I opened an Etsy shop and spent a month trying to get my seemingly simple craft to work. I began volunteering at UH in Rainbow Baby and Children's Hospital and missed half of my volunteer days due to being sick (infection control...). In this new year, I resolve to go with the flow and allow myself to ride the waves of this up and down life.

3. Practice humility

This is probably the biggest resolution for me: humility. I like to be in control. I don't like to rely on anyone else. Starting in 5th grade, I lived by this rule: "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." I believe myself to be a strong, independent woman. However, I let these things get in the way of people helping me and giving up control in order to better myself and those around me. I do not like to be wrong. Admitting that very fact is tough. Most importantly, I do not always humble myself to God. I need to let Him make me an instrument and trust that He is carrying me. In this new year, I resolve to have an open mind and an open heart when it comes to matters of control and trust.

4. Visit all my friends at school

This is a fun one! Because I go to school out of state and do not have a car on campus, the prospect of visiting my high school friends at their respective schools is not a likely one. Now that I am home for another semester, I plan to visit my best friends at Edinboro, Dayton, Ohio State, and OU, and my boyfriend at Findlay. In this new year, I resolve to go on this amazing adventure to see the people I love. 

5. Take care of my health 

This is a big one for me. When I came home, I realized I needed to take a holistic look at my health and start covering my bases, both physical and mental. I joined a gym and started exercising with intent. I began tracking my food intake with the fantastic app "Sparkpeople." The holiday season has destroyed what little progress I made dropping a few pounds, but my overarching goal is a lifestyle change. My doctor said that my physical health very much influences my mental health and brain chemistry. In this new year, I resolve to focus on my physical health as a way of supporting my long-term mental health goals.

6. Trust and Love

Finally, in this new year, I resolve to trust more and love more. Plain and simple.




Share your resolutions below in a comment!

God Bless You in this New Year!

Words Truly,

Maggie

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Kids Say the Darndest Things...

Dear Friends,

I love kids. About half of my friends agree with me and half of my friends think I'm crazy. I am considering pursuing pediatrics in my medical career because I love working with kids so much. I believe children embody pure, unadulterated joy that they share freely with the world through their smiles, laughter, and songs.

Since being home, I have had a wonderful, unique opportunity to work with a great group of kids preparing a Christmas concert. My younger brother's school does not have a music teacher and they elected to do a Christmas concert for the first time this year. As fate/luck/God would have it, my mom found out that they were in need of someone to organize the concert. She lovingly volunteered me. However, I am incredibly glad that she did--it has been a truly blessed, fun experience.

For the past two months, I have worked with each grade level one-on-one each week preparing a few songs to perform at the concert. The Christmas concert is tonight and everyone is both very excited and a little bit nervous! Throughout my experience, I learned a lot and witnessed more than a few hilarious encounters with the students. I thought I would share a few of these with you today...

I loved visiting school on Mondays to work with the Kindergarten students--they always greeted me with a chorus of "Hi Miss Maggie," "Hi Miss Maggie," "Hi Miss Maggie," over and over again until I set the keyboard up and was able to quiet them down. The end of class was marked with a chorus of "Bye Miss Maggie," and "Have a great weekend," even though it was only Monday. Such joy!

After a few weeks, I learned not to call on every student who raised their hands. While singing "Happy Birthday Jesus," I had four or five preschoolers tell me their birthday was on Christmas, too. Their teacher quickly reprimanded them all, whose birthdays were not on Christmas. Too cute. While teaching "Frosty the Snowman" to the Pre-School, I asked what Frosty's eyes were made out of. A few students yelled out "Coal!" I called on one little guy, who had raised his hand. He proceeded to tell me that Frosty's eyes were made out of explosives and demonstrated what happened to Frosty's head when these explosives were detonated. Kids say the darndest things...

My favorite memory also occurred with the Pre-School students. As we stood up to sing "Jingle Bells," one of the little gents tapped a girl on the shoulder and said, "Can I hold hands with you?" He began to reach for her hand. She responded, "NO!" and turned away. While my heart broke for the boy, I also thought to myself, "You go girl!"

I hope the students know how much joy they have given me with their goofy comments, giggles, attentiveness, hard work, and simple love of music. It has been a real pleasure.


Words Truly,

Maggie



Thursday, December 6, 2012

OCD: You're Afraid of What?? (Part 2 of a 5 part series)

Dear Friends,

The past few days, a variety of amusing jokes related to OCD and GAD have appeared out of the blue while watching my favorite TV shows. Last week, I watched an episode of "Bones," my dramatic guilty pleasure, in which the team was investigating the death of a comedian. They were reviewing footage of his stand-up routines and the following joke appeared: "What is with everyone being diagnosed with GAD? It's called life!" My Mom and I looked at each other and burst out laughing at the appropriateness of the joke. Additionally, my family and I watch a healthy amount of "The Big Bang Theory" every night, and I recently viewed an episode with the following scene: 



Sheldon Cooper is the lovable, neurotic genius of "The Big Bang Theory," played by the brilliant Jim Parsons. He demonstrates many symptoms of OCD throughout the show, including his ritualistic triple knocking, fear of germs, and fear of driving. Today, I would like to give you a detailed look into my specific obsessions and the compulsions that follow.

In hindsight, I have dealt with OCD for much of my life. However, it never involved the debilitating factor that makes OCD a true illness. My experience with OCD first became debilitating at the end of freshman year of high school. I do not remember "Day 1" of my obsessing, nor do I recall what spawned the first thought. I began to have constant intrusive thoughts asking the same question: "What if I am gay?" Now, before I launch into what promises to be a long, but informative description, let me say: These fears have nothing to do with "homophobia" or my personal views on homosexuality. I do not believe homosexuality is a sin and I believe human sexuality has a genetic foundation that develops with age and environmental exposure. That being said, the thought that I could possibly be gay terrified me. There was absolutely no real evidence to suggest that I was attracted to women. I would toss and turn in my bed, wide awake, as thoughts raced through my head at an incalculable speed. "You're gay. Just accept it. You're in denial. You like girls. Why won't you just admit it? You're gay. You're gay. You're gay." Keep in mind that, although these thoughts are spoken as if there is a separate "voice" in my head, these thoughts were my own. OCD is not like schizophrenia, where one hears voices that are not their own. These thoughts were nearly ever-present and if they did take a break from torturing me, they would begin the moment I realized my mind had quieted. This was a very special kind of Hell to live through. At first, I had no idea what was wrong with me. The fact that I was having these thoughts must mean either A. It was true or B. I had a problem.

After a few weeks of this, I ran to my parents' bedroom in the middle of the night, saying I was going to be sick. I never did throw up--now, I believe this was my way of showing my parents something was wrong and opening that door to talk to them about it. The next day, my Mom kept me home from school and, breaking down into gut-wrenching tears, I explained to her what I had been experiencing. With sympathetic eyes and a knowing look, she explained that I was experiencing serious anxiety and we would set up a doctor's appointment immediately. This was a breakdown my Mom has experienced too many times in her life. Anxiety and OCD run in our family, both immediate and extended. My Dad was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. His mother bears the same diagnosis. My dear uncle battles schizophrenia and depression, and we see signs of anxiety and OCD in some family members. Help was on the way.

So what exactly was I experiencing? I did not learn that I had OCD for a few years. When I explained my thoughts to my doctors, I did not elaborate on the specifics of the thoughts. I said I had "racing thoughts that caused me anxiety" and I was experiencing "irrational, intrusive thoughts about various topics." I never told them I was having thoughts that I could be gay. I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (which I definitely have) and began taking Zoloft and, after about two months, I felt back to normal. The thoughts spiked up maybe two or three times a year, but overall, I felt "cured." One day during a "spike" (a time when the intrusive thoughts occupy my mind for 50% of the day or more), I finally worked up the courage to Google the phrase "Anxiety Disorder Fear of Being Gay." I was shocked at what I found: a plethora of websites talking about "HOCD" and "Pure-O." I had stumbled upon a personal goldmine. I finally realized that I had OCD. I could put a real name to my personal demon. 

So what on Earth is HOCD? HOCD stands for "Homosexual Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder." Here is an excellent description of HOCD from Dr. Steven Seay, Ph.D.

"Straight individuals with homosexual OCD experience obsessive fears about the possibility of being gay. Their HOCD obsessions often consist of unwanted thoughts, impulses, or images that uncontrollably pop into consciousness. To reduce the anxiety brought on by their obsessions, individuals with HOCD engage in a variety of rituals that focus on “proving their true sexuality” or reducing their perceived “vulnerability” to becoming gay. Sexual obsessions can also affect gay men, lesbians, or bisexual individuals with OCD, who may become fearful about the possibility of becoming straight (“Straight OCD”). The common element that unites these seemingly opposite sexual obsessions is the fear of being attracted to something unwanted, taboo, or “unacceptable” based on one’s particular worldview."

Each form of OCD is made up of two obvious parts: an obsession and a compulsion. OCD is a circular disorder: the sufferer experiences a thought that they latch on to and cannot shake. This thought causes a great deal of anxiety. In order to combat the anxiety temporarily, the sufferer engages in a compulsion. The compulsion temporarily quells the anxiety. However, it always begins again. The obsession of HOCD is two-fold. First, the sufferer fears that he or she is gay and cannot admit it. Second, the sufferer fears they will never know for certain what their sexual orientation is. The compulsions of HOCD make it difficult to recognize that what the sufferer is experiencing is indeed OCD. Most of the compulsions associated with HOCD are mental and cannot be seen. Here is a list of HOCD compulsions I have personally engaged in (this is by no means exhaustive!):


HOCD Rituals & Compulsions (Behavioral)


  • Checking one’s own body for physical signs of arousal (can also be a mental ritual).
  • Avoiding the topic of homosexuality
  • Arguing with the obsessive thoughts
  • Checking that one is attracted to the opposite sex
  • Asking other people for reassurance about your sexuality.
  • Avoiding gay men, lesbians, and bisexual people.
  • Avoiding physical contact with same sex individuals (handshaking, hugs).
  • Avoiding being alone with same sex individuals.
  • Avoiding conversations with same sex individuals.
  • Avoiding attractive same sex individuals or pictures/movies featuring attractive same sex individuals.
  • Avoiding music by gay individuals or movies featuring gay actors or characters.
  • Avoiding eye contact with same sex individuals.
  • When in public, trying to avoid looking at the groin, backside, or chest areas of same sex individuals.
  • Avoiding TV shows with gay characters or gay themes.
These thoughts can be triggered by most of the aforementioned topics: books, movies, and TV shows with homosexual characters and plot lines, discussing homosexuality, physical contact with members of the same sex, such as hugging and shaking hands, and simply seeing or interacting with a member of the same sex. 

Crazy stuff, right? I hope this opens your eyes to some of the more "nitty-gritty" details about OCD and about the specific form of OCD that was the most debilitating for me personally. I have read so many stories about people who are absolutely tormented by this form of OCD. In some cases, it leads people to get divorces and end relationships because they think the only way to get rid of the anxiety and pain is to accept the thoughts as true and live them out. 

I have lived through the Hell that is OCD. I do not want anyone else to suffer in silence. I do not want others to spend hours and hours ruminating and obsessing over something that can be treated! I do not want others to ruin their lives because they do not know what it is they are experiencing. I hope this post has informed you. Share it with others. People need to learn about OCD and take care of each other. If you have ANY questions whatsoever, leave me a comment or shoot me an email (mskoch10@gmail.com). I am more than happy to answer any questions you have and to tell more of my story. God Bless You All.

Words Truly,

Maggie

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

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Dear Friends,

Yahoo! I am having my first ever Rafflecopter Giveaway, right here on my Words Truly blog! The lucky winner gets to choose one glass dome pendant from my Etsy shop, Words Truly! There are 16 possible entries, and you can come back for more entries each day for a whole week! Share, share, share!



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May the odds be ever in your favor.

Words Truly,

Maggie

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!