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Fran's
road to recovery...
a slow trip
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Fran Browne suffers from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but unlike traditional OCD victims who compulsively count things or possess a fear of certain numbers, Fran’s obsession manifests itself domestically. She is currently under a doctor’s care and is undergoing outpatient therapy. |  |
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part of her treatment, the doctor had her to write down her most personal
feelings about her "problem".
One day I accidentally found this most personal of documents. It was neatly folded and tucked away inside a pair of lace panties which were buried in the back of her lingerie drawer. I guess if she didn't want me to read it, she would have put it in a less obvious area. |
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After
reading the note, it opened my eyes and shed new light on this very
debilitating neurosis.
I offer up this document (click to read), not as a vehicle to cause ridicule, but solely in the interest of helping others who may be similarly afflicted. |
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| I must admit, that reading her therapeutic prose gave me some new insight to OCD. In a way, one can say that I benefit from Fran being afflicted with this disorder. But if she is going to be a "whack-job", why couldn't she be a nymphomaniac! | ||
| December
2, 1997:
I’m not crazy although my husband thinks I am. How dare he think that just because I like to keep things neat and tidy, I am some kind of defective personality? If I had any annoying compulsions wouldn't I be the first to know it? Of course I would! I am content knowing that I am a loving, loyal and obedient wife who tries to keep a nice home. What he considers obsessive-compulsive is his over-compensation for the fact that he is a lazy slob who thinks that everybody is at his beckon call to pick up after him. At least I take pride in displaying a nice house. You never know when somebody is going to pay a visit. Why everybody knows that all visitors to your house quickly determine what kind of person you are by simply observing your surroundings. It is for this reason that you will always see every mini-blind in my house angled at exactly 37 degrees. This permits excellent viewing to the outside yet restricts the unwanted stares of local perverts. All my mini-blinds are checked hourly to insure that their angularity has not been changed. In addition, I take advantage of this opportunity to make sure that all draperies and valances are equally aligned and symmetric. Disease prevention is always uppermost on my mind. It is for that reason all my dishes and countertops are washed immediately after they are used. Quickly cleaning errant crumbs before they get scattered about is prudent and essential to good household hygiene. Chastising and making fun of someone because of their desire to maintain high cleanliness standards is not right. It’s even worse when blood relatives make fun of me because I always seem to have a sponge and a can of Lysol with me at all times.
I’m not a fanatic or a crazy person. I don’t need to see a shrink. I need to get out of this house. What I really need is a job! |