Thursday, June 17, 2010

Oh My Gosh, Kids!

My scary meeting today was at the zoo. I did pretty okay with being near the (formerly) vomiting woman. Afterwards, I wandered the zoo for a bit. I ended up behind a family with an 18-month-ish old little girl. She was lagging behind her dad by about 5 feet, and she encountered some food on the ground. It looked like a pancake, although I don't suppose it was. Anyway, she happily peeled (really, it was squashed flat!) it off the sidewalk, and before her dad could stop her, it was in her mouth! She didn't swallow it, but oh, my! Her dad just laughed. Haha, I don't know how you OCD-ers with kids manage it!

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  1. It ain't easy! Stuff like that doesn't really bother me much, but other things do. And since I do not want my kids thinking that my obsessing is any kind of normal, I have to suffer a lot of discomfort just letting kids be kids. Worth it, though :)

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  2. My mother had ocd, and any health aberration catapulted her anxiety. I remember a few years ago going on a hike and there was a girl and her mother ahead on the trail. She scraped her finger on a fence, and her mom was very sympathetic and said she'd clean it up and put a bandage on it but said that it's not a hike if you don't have some sort of minor injury. That both freaked me out and felt oddly relieving--my mother would have panicked, taken me to the doctor, ruminated about it. And my own ocd health anxiety would've kicked in as well.

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  3. My toddler once picked up a bloody used tampon applicator from a bathroom stall in La Guardia Airport. Torture for a mom with contamination obsessions. Even today, 99% free of my OCD, it would bother me, or any mom. We've all survived, though.

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  4. Yikes! Yes, public restrooms with little kids would not be fun. Luckily my nieces are pretty independent these days.

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