It’s Jesus’ Birthday, But What About Mary? (A Postpartum Depression Discussion)

If there was ever a prime candidate for a postpartum depression poster child, Mary (as in "Jesus' mommy", which is how my kids describe her) would be at the top of the list.  Whether you regard the biblical story as fact or as fantasy, you've got to admit: Mary had all the cards stacked against her.   Mary didn't choose to become pregnant.  She was pregnant out of wedlock at a time when such a situation was...


Please Excuse My Absence. I Had Parentitis.


I'm new to Psych Central.  I started writing here in late September.  I promised to write twice a week.  I began slowly as I was finding my footing, but my first posts were decent and I was developing a rhythm and style.  And then, November arrived.

The first full week in November found me in sunny Florida with my two daughters, ages 6 and 3, and my parents.  We gathered in Florida for a mini vacation and, for some...


On Accepting a Diagnosis: Instructions for Loved Ones

I am a praise-seeker.  I am an assurance-seeker.  I am an attention-seeker.  Though I prefer to remain on the sidelines in any crowd larger than myself and my dog, I constantly seek these things - praise, assurance, and attention - from my loved ones. Especially from my father.

This is not a post about a tyrannical, unloving, Draconian-style father.  I happen to love my dad dearly.  He is loving, charming, intelligent, and hilarious.  He never imposed...


No, You Are Not Sooooooo OCD.

Have you ever been out, enjoying a perfectly nice day, and overheard this?
I have guests coming this weekend and I've been cleaning all day. I'm sooooooo OCD about having a clean house.
Or this?
I've never had a past-due notice.  I'm soooooooo OCD about paying bills.

Nervously Yours

Dear Readers,

First, let me say thank you to Psych Central for giving me the opportunity to blog here.  I'm thrilled to be part of such a wonderful group of writers.

Next, let me tell you why I'm here.  (Or why I think I'm here.  You'll...