By the way, thank you for offering to pray for us. I'm sure my laundry and dishes are the better for it... In case your kind offer was motivated by something else, I'm still grateful. But I think I explained that writing this book has given me the ability to trust myself enough to initiate intimacy in my marriage. And as a delightful side benefit, my husband has learned a much more effective technique for getting me away from the computer in the evening than mere whining (when it's not me trying to persuade him to leave the computer...). My poor girls. Children shouldn't have to be around parents who are rediscovering how much they love (eros) one another. Don't we know kissing results in cooties?
Alas, the fundamental backlog from the ADD/OCHD/depression will probably be with us forever. OCHD is a hard one - medication only reduces the anxiety associated with facing the hoarding. But there is no medication that actually forces a person to face the results of the hoarding (or make decisions or get rid of stuff or act on repairs). But picking through boxes of 5-1/4 floppies and PC Magazines from the 1980's is more bearable because I go weak at the knees when I am kissed by my beloved, who gifted my life with these items. In a perverse way, it's been a 'good' thing that the anti-depressive medication has messed with my husband's libido, because I know that he has had to fight to be intimate with me. I don't know, wouldn't it have been better for Peter Pan, when he found the windows barred, if he could have seen that his mother was working to pry open the lock from her side? Anyway, Peter Pan is finally home, embraced in the arms of his mother.
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By the way, thank you for offering to pray for us. I'm sure my laundry and dishes are the better for it... In case your kind offer was motivated by something else, I'm still grateful. But I think I explained that writing this book has given me the ability to trust myself enough to initiate intimacy in my marriage. And as a delightful side benefit, my husband has learned a much more effective technique for getting me away from the computer in the evening than mere whining (when it's not me trying to persuade him to leave the computer...). My poor girls. Children shouldn't have to be around parents who are rediscovering how much they love (eros) one another. Don't we know kissing results in cooties?
Alas, the fundamental backlog from the ADD/OCHD/depression will probably be with us forever. OCHD is a hard one - medication only reduces the anxiety associated with facing the hoarding. But there is no medication that actually forces a person to face the results of the hoarding (or make decisions or get rid of stuff or act on repairs). But picking through boxes of 5-1/4 floppies and PC Magazines from the 1980's is more bearable because I go weak at the knees when I am kissed by my beloved, who gifted my life with these items. In a perverse way, it's been a 'good' thing that the anti-depressive medication has messed with my husband's libido, because I know that he has had to fight to be intimate with me. I don't know, wouldn't it have been better for Peter Pan, when he found the windows barred, if he could have seen that his mother was working to pry open the lock from her side? Anyway, Peter Pan is finally home, embraced in the arms of his mother.
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