The best thing about becoming an adult is realizing the characteristics about your parents you once found mildly bizarre, are actually diagnosable disorders.
My dad suffers O.C.D. When it comes to carpet, cars, and bathtubs, all must be spotless. He refuses to enter my shower, and I use Comet.
His biggest hurdle has been the refrigerator. He likes a clean door; no magnets for this man. But now everyone is sending baby postcards. Can he maintain an O.C. acceptable fridge yet still seem accepting of other's life choices?
10% Anne Geddes
90% Sigmund Freud