OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder, runs very strong on my mom's side of the family. I see it in myself, my brother, his kids, and 1Kid. Actually, more when he was younger. Usually OCD is thought of as hand-washing, but 1Kid and I don't do that, though grandma and niece do, we do other things. Things have to be just so, and may make no sense, just repetitive routines, rituals, and ways bring comfort and security. 1Kid's cute quirks when he was little, would be to put all the crayolas back in the box the way they came, or if no box, he'd line them all up in the storage box color-wise and neatly, rather than just toss 'em in. When he got a gift or a toy, he'd cut the plastic package just so, so that when done playing with it, he'd put it all back in the package like it was brand new again. I don't think that's something they grow out of, just it shows differently, especially when puberty hits. Hoping that Dore may be the "door" to the opening up of oneself.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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