I can’t help but feel like my mom had me medicated for her own well being rather than mine
Just a vent but long story short I took SSRIs as a kid for mild OCD, came off two years ago, had PAWS for like a year and have PSSD. I have recovered some emotionally and I have severe debilitating OCD now.
I am far from home and when I bring up obsessions/compulsions/rituals/intrusive thoughts/needing reassurance/literally anything OCD related on the phone my mom gets annoyed and sometimes hangs up on me. Same person who claimed she had me medicated because she couldn’t stand seeing me so distressed even though it was mild contamination OCD that didn’t significantly impact my quality of life and I could’ve dealt with in therapy.
I suffer badly now from many themes, and for about a week and a half every month I am very susceptible to panic attacks. She gets mad sometimes when I call her when I have those too, especially if she can hear me loudly hyperventilating.
When I had PAWS and would call her everyday begging for help saying I want to rip my skin off and jump out of my body and all I think about is suicide she showed less care than when I was 11 and wouldn’t touch egg cartons because I was scared of salmonella.
Since I am away from home she can just ignore me for days and hang up whenever she feels like it. But when I was a kid my OCD burdened her more than it did me, and that’s when she cared the most.
I love my mom, and I don’t feel much love. I forgive her and I know she would’ve never done it if she knew the risks. I do love her and I know she loves me too but it sucks that now that my OCD is actually a legitimate problem, she doesn’t want to hear about it. My anxiety is too much for her.