A part of me is really stuck with this resentment towards my parents for not recognizing what I now know were symptoms of OCD that I really struggled with as a child. I try to be compassionate and recognize they were just doing the best they could as parents and all, but I can't help but feel bitter about how my folks had the attitude of "not my kid" towards any sort of apparent mental/neurological disorders that appeared in my childhood. I struggle so much as an adult, to the point I haven't even been able to hold a traditional job for a while now due to the severity of my symptoms. I can't help but wonder if things might be different for me now if I was diagnosed and got proper help as a kid. I mean, I'm pretty sure my needing to use up nearly a whole roll of TP every time when using the bathroom, or refusing to throw ANYTHING away, for "fear I would forget" isn't exactly behavior a parent should just ignore (I'm talking graded homework assignments, candy wrappers, etc.) I'd be in such a state of turmoil with these things and those are only two examples out of many. I love my parents but... Damn. I'd like to think if I was a parent I would done things differently. Also, hi, first time posting here; I've always felt the need to get this off my chest but always felt like others wouldn't understand.