OCD Humor

It’s Saturday morning and my brain is fried (but sober and abstinent, so it’s all good). I’m waking up to some videos that do a delicious job of poking fun at my condition. Since I love videos that poke fun at my condition, I must share:

Ringu the OCD cat:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyHaSYvwrY4&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

OCD granny:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEleD6klvhc&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

As Good As It Gets:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44DCWslbsNM&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Howard Hughes OCD (not meant to be funny, but with my sense of humor, well…)

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7ucqimdau8&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

OCD patient on Grey’s Anatomy:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETFQ9fyRP0s&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Happy and Productive in the Debris Field

The author used to come unglued around chaos. Now it floats past him.

Mood music for this post: “Sons and Daughters” by The Decemberists:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5H8DwJI0uA&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Looking at the week ahead, it’s amazing I’m not hiding in a foxhole right now.

I’m working from home the first part of the week while the kids are on vacation. Call it half a vacation, though I’m tackling a full plate of work each day.

Sean’s birthday is this week, so the house needs a scrubbing before party guests arrive Thursday.

I have a conference in Boston to cover the latter half of the week into the weekend.

And oh yeah — with two vacationing kids comes a lot of clutter.

I’ve always hated clutter. It’s one of the biggest OCD triggers I have. And you can’t have kids around without accepting a certain degree of clutter. There’s no eating without dumping stuff on the floor. There’s no Lego activities without getting Legos everywhere.

But something strange has happened in more recent years. I’ve found that these things don’t rattle me the way they used to.

I chalk it up to all the progress I’ve made managing my OCD and putting down the worst of my addictions.

Now I can peacefully co-exist among the chaos and clutter. If I have work, I can do it  and do it well sitting among the debris, like I did yesterday when Duncan decided to make a blanket/pillow fort right where I was writing a couple CSO articles:

Hell, I even helped him build the thing.

Then I sat in my half-covered chair and got working. And guess what? I got plenty done.

I feel better about zigzagging from the conference to Haverhill for birthday activities because I’ve already written and posted four stories and two podcasts about things that will be going on at the event.

It’s all good.

One more thing about the clutter, though: If you know someone with OCD that’s not under control, keep them as far away from chaos as possible.

For the chaotic mind, clutter is the worst.

It amplifies the crazy in your head.

That I can now exist in the clutter is pretty wild when I stop to think about it.

Oddly enough, I’ve probably swung a bit too far to the other side of the spectrum.

My wife pointed out to be recently that I’m more of a slob since cleaning up my act.

Sounds weird, doesn’t it?


An OCD Diaries Primer

A collection of posts that form the back story of this blog.

Mood music:

[spotify:track:19n9s9SfnLtwPEODqk8KCT]

The Long History of OCD

An OCD Christmas. The first entry, where I give an overview of how I got to crazy and found my way to sane.

The Bad Pill Kept Me from the Good Pill. How the drug Prednisone brought me to the brink, and how Prozac was part of my salvation.

The Crazy-Ass Guy in the Newsroom. Think you have troubles at work? You should see what people who worked with me went through.

The Freak and the Redhead: A Love Story. About the wife who saved my life in many ways.

Snowpocalypse and the Fear of Loss. The author remembers a time when fear of loss would cripple his mental capacities, and explains how he got over it — mostly.

The Ego OCD Built. The author admits to having an ego that sometimes swells beyond acceptable levels and that OCD is fuel for the fire. Go ahead. Laugh at him.

Fear Factor. The author describes years of living in a cell built by fear, how he broke free and why there’s no turning back.

Prozac Winter. The author discovers that winter makes his depression worse and that there’s a purely scientific explanation — and solution.

Have Fun with Your Therapist. Mental-illness sufferers often avoid therapists because the stigma around these “shrinks” is as thick as that of the disease. The author is here to explain why you shouldn’t fear them.

The Engine. To really understand how mental illness happens, let’s compare the brain to a machine.

 

Rest Redefined. The author finds that he gets the most relaxation from the things he once feared the most.

Outing Myself. The author on why he chose to “out” himself despite what other people might think.

Why Being a People Pleaser is Dumb. The author used to try very hard to please everybody and was hurt badly in the process. Here’s how he broke free and kept his soul intact.

The Addiction and the Damage Done

The Most Uncool Addiction. In this installment, the author opens up about the binge-eating disorder he tried to hide for years — and how he managed to bring it under control.

Edge of a Relapse. The author comes dangerously close to a relapse, but lives to fight another day.

The 12 Steps of Christmas. The author reviews the 12 Steps of Recovery and takes a personal inventory.

How to Play Your Addictions Like a Piano. The author admits that when an obsessive-compulsive person puts down the addiction that’s most self-destructive, a few smaller addictions rise up to fill the void. But what happens when the money runs out?

Regulating Addictive Food: A Lesson in Futility. As an obsessive-compulsive binge eater, the author feels it’s only proper that he weigh in on the notion that regulating junk food might help. Here’s why the answer is probably not.

The Liar’s Disease. The author reveals an uncomfortable truth about addicts like himself: We tend to have trouble telling the truth.

Portable Recovery. Though addiction will follow the junkie anywhere in the world, the author has discovered that recovery is just as portable.

Revere (Experiences with Addiction, Depression and Loss During The Younger Years)

Bridge Rats and Schoolyard Bullies. The author reviews the imperfections of childhood relationships in search of all his OCD triggers. Along the way, old bullies become friends and he realizes he was pretty damn stupid back then.

Lost Brothers. How the death of an older brother shaped the Hell that arrived later.

Marley and Me. The author describes the second older brother whose death hit harder than that of the first.

The Third Brother. Remembering Peter Sugarman, another adopted brother who died too early — but not before teaching the author some important lessons about life.

Revere Revisited.

Lessons from Dad. The author has learned some surprising lessons from Dad on how to control one’s mental demons.

The Basement. A photo from the old days in Revere spark some vivid flashbacks.

Addicted to Feeling Good. To kick off Lent, the author reflects on some of his dumber quests to feel good.

The lasting Impact of Crohn’s Disease. The author has lived most of his life with Crohn’s Disease and has developed a few quirks as a result.

The Tire and the Footlocker. The author opens up an old footlocker under the stairs and finds himself back in that old Revere basement.

Child of  Metal

How Metal Saved Me. Why Heavy Metal music became a critical OCD coping tool.

Insanity to Recovery in 8 Songs or Less. The author shares some videos that together make a bitchin’ soundtrack for those who wrestle with mental illness and addiction. The first four cover the darkness. The next four cover the light.

Rockit Records Revisited. The author has mentioned Metal music as one of his most important coping tools for OCD and related disorders. Here’s a look at the year he got one of the best therapy sessions ever, simply by working in a cramped little record store.

Metal to Stick in Your Mental Microwave.

Man of God

The Better Angels of My Nature. Why I let Christ in my life.

The Rat in the Church Pew. The author has written much about his Faith as a key to overcoming mental illness. But as this post illustrates, he still has a long way to go in his spiritual development.

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely. The author goes to Church and comes away with a strange feeling.

Running from Sin, Running With Scissors. The author writes an open letter to the RCIA Class of 2010 about Faith as a journey, not a destination. He warns that addiction, rage and other bad behavior won’t disappear the second water is dropped over their heads.

Forgiveness is a Bitch. Seeking and giving forgiveness is essential for someone in recovery. But it’s often seen as a green light for more abuse.

Pain in the Lent. The author gives a progress report on the Lenten sacrifices. It aint pretty.


Pain in the Lent

The author gives a progress report on the Lenten sacrifices. It’s holding steady, but it aint pretty.

I didn’t expect to have cigar withdrawal. I didn’t think I had them often enough to get withdrawal. But here it is, day 3 of Lent, and giving ’em up for Lent is proving tougher than I expected.

Cuban cigars AP photo at right by Jose Goitia

The thing about having an addictive personality is that the brain, in its warped state of affairs, needs a fix of something to feel good. Call it an addiction to feeling good for the sake of feeling good.

But it’s tougher still because I’ve given everything else up permanently. No more booze. No flour and sugar. I’m trying beyond trying to keep my spending under control because there’s really no choice these days. I’m doing surprisingly well on that one, though once in awhile I backslide.

When an addictive mind is deprived of one thing, it seeks out something else to fill the hole. For me, there is nothing else. [See How to Play Addiction like a Piano]

But then that’s the point of the exercise.

Jesus died on the Cross to give us all a second chance. Surely this abstinence business won’t kill me. It’s so stupidly pale in comparison to the sacrifice He made.

But I’m sure I’ll bitch about it anyway.

My children have actually taken on tougher challenges than me this Lenten season.

Duncan has given up being mean to others. He’s actually a sweet kid. Not even close to fitting the mean description. But he said he wanted to give up being mean, so there it is.

This morning he got annoyed with something Sean said or did, and scampered into the kitchen huffing with indignation.

“Dad, I need you to go be mean to Sean,” he seethed.

“What for,” I asked.

“I gave up being mean for Lent, so I need you to go do it,” he shot back.

Sean has made the toughest sacrifice of all: No TV, no computer time and no desserts for the duration.

There will be times where his sacrifice will be tougher on his parents than it is on him. He gets bored easily.

But I’m proud of him for taking on such a big one.

Anyway, that’s the latest.

I still have my coffee, so all is not lost. I’m not quite like this yet:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyhaTQseKTQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

And in the end, I have everything to gain.

When the Back Breaks…

The author offers words of encouragement to a friend going through a rough patch.

An old friend of mine — I won’t name the person here — is going through a rough time with some very painful back problems. This post is my attempt to cheer that person up.

I won’t get into all the “everything’s going to be ok/I’ve been through similar stuff” talk. We’ve done that already. Nope. This time, I’m just going to make an attempt at getting my friend to laugh. Laughter is, after all, excellent medicine.

First, some vintage Bloom County:

http://www.platypuscomix.net/otherpeople2/blmd830918.gif

Or maybe some Spinal Tap:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeGteg74mjw&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Or a King Diamond Christmas song:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5a5fHMlb4V0&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Savage Chickens is always good for some comic escapism:

Savage Chickens - Carl Jung Valentine

That new “Creature Double Feature on WLVI 56” Facebook group is good for a laugh, and plenty of nostalgia to make you forget about that back — for a while, anyway.

And if all this fails, gimme a call.

Why So Serious? The Case for Self-Deprecation

The author on why self-deprecation is a handy tool for controlling demons.

Mood music:

[spotify:track:0g1HLSNG4KxjDXdeYMnLym]

A few readers have told me I put myself down too much in these blog posts. Since I’m really not trying to put myself down — I do have a monster ego, after all — it’s time to say a bit about the power of self-deprecating humor.

It’s true that I like to poke fun at myself. I do it to everyone around me, so I may as well do it to myself. [For more on this, see The Power Of Sarcasm]

I make fun of my bald head, big ears and nose.

I like to joke that I used to have hair halfway down my back, but now I’m bald and all the hair is on my back.

I’m a history buff who dresses conservatively and has a Cross, pictures of Jesus, Teddy Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln covering his work-spaces at the office and at home. Yet I listen to Heavy Metal, which has often been panned as the Devil’s music.

Contradictions like that, in my view, are worth poking a little fun at.

I see self-deprecation as an important tool for OCD management because it keeps me grounded and reminds me — in moments of high ego intoxication and moments of deep self-pity — not to take myself too seriously.

It’s also a good ice breaker that usually puts others at ease.

So next time you hear me say something to belittle myself, don’t fret. I’m not engaging in self-loathing.

Truth is, I like who I am.

And since I like to tease those closest to me as a form of affection, you could interpret me making fun of myself as proof that I’m pretty much OK with who I’ve become.

Serious Films I Can’t Take Seriously

Part 2 of the author’s list of serious songs/films that are meant to be serious but only succeed in making him laugh.

Yesterday I went on for a bit about songs that were meant to be serious that instead tickle my dark sense of humor. Today, I share some films that have the same impact on me. What does all this have to do with managing my mental illness? As I’ve said, humor is an important coping tool.

The Exorcist

I won’t play the clip of Linda Blair shooting pea soup from her mouth and levitating off her bed. Instead, I’ll let Beetlejuice sum up my position on this classic.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3DqDwEfhYY&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

The Amityville Horror

Eddy Murphy said it best: When a demon tells you to get out, you don’t just stand there. You get the (expletive) out!

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lc_iDjENtGQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Helter Skelter

OK, this is based on a true story. And there is nothing funny about this sad piece of American criminal history. But Jeremy Davies’ portrayal of Charles Manson is so over the top in this 2004 remake of Helter Skelter, I can’t help but be amused.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CneU4uTeLVU&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Full Metal Jacket

War is hell. So when the characters in this movie trudge through hell with their off-colored humor intact, it says something about personal survival in the mental sense.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VHKpGJX29s&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Legion

This one just came out, and, granted, a lot of this is meant to be taken with a laugh. But me being a devout Catholic and all, I find the whole concept of this film so over the top that I can’t see it as anything other than comedy. Which is exactly why I want to see it.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8lGCjd9W8U&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Serious Songs I Can’t Take Seriously

For some reason, the author always seems to get the most comic relief from things that are supposed to be serious.

I’ve spent a lot of time in this blog talking about music and humor as therapy. Today, I share some more favorites. The thing is, everything I’m about to share isn’t meant to be funny. But for someone with a dark sense of humor, these things offer true levity. Seriously.

Poison: “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”

The very fact that Brett Michaels sings these lyrics with a straight face makes you wonder if he was taking himself a bit too seriously. By the way, this is my friend Linda White’s all-time favorite song.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcqWyyHlCDA&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

DIO: “Rock and Roll Children”

Ronnie James Dio. The man. Scary and intense during his Black Sabbath days. Then, to keep up with all the glam bands of the mid-1980s, he went and did this.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5jbFV_BI74&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Iron Maiden: The Number of the Beast:

I find everything from this band funny. I can’t help it.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYhNdqcBbTA&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Loudness: “Hit The Rails”

I can’t understand a thing the singer is saying. But that was always part of the fun with this, Japan’s biggest, baddest metal band.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtoyKPPeWJw&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Motley Crue: “Smoking in the Boys Room”

You all know I love this band. And true, there was meant to be humor here. But their glam image in 1985, along with their choice of this song to cover, shows they truly were on drugs.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElQTZFHGXFY&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

Tomorrow: Serious films I Can’t Take Seriously

Sarcasm or Gallows Humor?

It’s appropriate to start with Dilbert’s take on the topic at hand:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO1UWmRS7yc&hl=en_US&fs=1&]

My wife just read my post on the Power of Sarcasm and decided to go digging for the actual definition. She’s an editor. That’s what she does.

Here’s what she found:

“Sarcasm” is “a keen or bitter taunt : a cutting gibe or rebuke often delivered in a tone of contempt or disgust” or “the use of caustic or stinging remarks or language often with inverted or ironical statement on occasion of an offense or shortcoming with intent to wound the feelings.”

She pointed out that I’m not really a bitter person, and that my jabs are playful. So why bring myself down in the gutter and suggest I’m a bad person when I’m not?

In the comments section of that post, she wrote:

Why you say the off-color remark is as important as what you say. If the intent is to show your contempt, to point out an offense, or to hurt someone, you are being sarcastic.

But if your intent is to make light of a tough situation as a release, not to wound, that seems to me to be more of a black humor: humor marked by the use of usually morbid, ironic, grotesquely comic episodes.” It may be something else altogether as well; I won’t pretend to be an expert on humor and all its vagaries. But I do sense different emotions and intents behind different humorous responses.

Sarcastic seems very mean to me (esp. in light of the definition above) and a very different thing from a gentle teasing, not meant to wound at all.

Fair point. I would definitely describe mine as a dark humor. Or Gallows humor. Sarcastic when I’m in a bad mood, perhaps.

As I said before, sarcasm is also a root of dysfunction in other parts of my family. Several of my family members are equally sarcastic, if not more so. But I sometimes get offended by it because I feel like people are laughing AT someone instead of laughing WITH them. This has produced a fair share of strain on that side of the family, and I have to claim fault on my end.

I described it as hypocrisy on my part in the last post. But if one is to take these definitions in their purest meaning, maybe I’m not being hypocritical after all.

Which means I’m now free to unleash even more sarcasm. Or dark humor.