I recently had a suprise visit from my parents. Its been 6 months since i last seen them so it was emotional. This has caused me to write this blog about them (as my personal journal has gone missing). Just to get it off my chest and my mind really. So i don't have to have one of those pondering thoughts that last for days in which i know will drive me crazy. So here goes my free writing: My parents haven't been too understanding of my OCD and depression so that leaves our relationship strained.  When I finished college several years ago, I did the typical moving back in with the parents until you sort out your life thing.Thats when my parents saw how much OCD has affected my life. We each had our opinions on how to deal with it. They suggested I "snap out of it and grow up". Yeah, they had no clue how difficult that is to do let alone  impossible. Before i continue on, i should say that our parent/child relationship is complicated. In a sense that there were times in the past when they were not the "adult/parents" but more like the "teenagers/siblings". Both become parents at a very young age and stuck in that teenage mode. This resulted in an unstable childhood but not as damaging to me or my siblings as one would think. With both parents emotionally and sometimes physically absent we, siblings, banded together and relied on each other.  So it became an older siblings raising the younger siblings situation with the parents coming and going for years. As a result I am very close and protective of my siblings therefore I hold their love and opinions above my parents. Unlike my parents, they witness my struggle with OCD ever since i was little. Though we had no idea what it was called let alone how to treat it. So lately I have been gathering up stories of my OCD from family members and friends.  I was suprise to hear their take on my OCD, some are suprisingly humorous (now that the wounds have healed and emotions are drained out) and some are still horrific and hurtful. As I was on the phone with one of my sisters talking about a memory i couldn't piece together she informed me that she had let slip to my parents about my recent nervous/emotional breakdown. So as my parents visited they asked about my OCD. I was shocked as they never talk about it let alone bring in up. I usually try to evade the bickering that one can expect conversing with my parents and I knew any talk about how i still suffer from depression and anxieties brings on  agruments. But at that moment I felt that there was something different about this and i was right.  For the first time they showed deep concerns for my mental state.  This is something huge not only for them but me as well. As the days pass I'm finding myself wanting to open up to them about my life now that their sympathetic doors have been open. We shall see.