Does anybody else feel like their mom just doesnt understand the extent to which u are suffering with ocd and it makes u so upset. Like i told my mom i was cleaning bc nobody else in the house does. She got so upset and said she always cleans. She meant like vacumming and dishes and stuff, but i meant disinfecting bc i have contamination ocd. But she didnt underatmd me and started saying how she always cleans but im just sleeping in too late to see. She was really upset w me. Then i said that she is thinking the worst of me the while time. Then she said that im the one being so judgy.. what?? Like does she even understand this occupies my life. I literally have dreams about it, my whole life revolves around it. Its the only thing i think about.

I feel like anyone who doesn’t have OCD will never fully understand it. I guess you can try to express what you actually feel better to her or maybe show her an article or video about it. My mom doesn’t understand either and it pisses me off even though I’ve tried. I have moral ocd and that’s it, but she likes to joke about it and attribute random shit to my ocd. I told her I liked my personal space just in an innocent convo and she was like “oh yeah that’s your ocd isn’t it” no mom. I have moral ocd not space issues. I just don’t like people.

it took me years for my parents to come foreward and admit that in the beginning, they really didnt understand the severity of ocd, or even the stress that ocd was capable of. Full on years of enduring judgements that ignored the obvious signs of what I was going through, as they made excuses and blamed everything in my life (video games, excercise, “not drinking enough water” lol) except the ocd. Today they openly admit and apologize for being like this. With education and time, your mom will surely feel similarily. Its rightfully difficult for people to understand but as long as you know yourself, try to remember that someday parents will too.

When I tell my mom now that as a child I LEGITIMATELY thought I was dying of cancer/ or another terminal illness for most of my childhood and I was too terrified to tell her that I was dying and she laughs and is like that’s so ridiculous and you were crazy! And I’m just like ?? but also imagine being 9 and thinking truly to your core that you were actively dying from cancer and couldn’t tell anyone..

This sounds really similar to my mom. It feels so hard when people who don’t have ocd don’t “get” it or how bad it is. I still struggle with this a lot. I hope you have people in your life that can be supportive and understanding too.