life. Plus you know how much she worries.â
The smell of spag Bol, slightly burned, wafted up my nostrils as I entered the kitchen. âMmm, smells great.â
Mum frantically stirred a pan and didnât turn around. âEvie, do you mind boiling the kettle for the pasta? Oh God, the sauce is too thick. How do I make it less thick?â
I steered past her to grab the kettle. âJust add more water and keep the lid on.â
She did as I said, but all clanging and banging with the pan. My stomach turned. Having Mum cook always made me stressed. She got in such a state about it, like every meal was as important as Christmas dinner. It was so much easier when we just heated up fish fingers.
âDadâs home from work early,â I said.
âYesâ¦yesâ¦â she muttered, now lifting up the lid to peer at the sauce with genuine fear. âSo, how was your appointment then?â
âOkay. The usual.â I flicked the kettle on to boil.
âDid Sarah give you any homework I should know about?â
I shrugged, even though she wasnât looking at me to see it.
âJust the usual. Donât go mad again. â
She whipped round and a bit of sauce flew up and splattered her apron. I didnât tell her.
âDonât talk like that when Rose is around.â
âWhat? Sheâs watching TV. And she knows whatâs going on!â
âYes but stillâ¦sheâs very young, Evie. Itâs best not toâ¦you knowâ¦make her more aware of it?â
âOCD isnât chlamydia,â I said, copying Rose. âItâs not like sheâs going to catch it off me.â Though there was some research to suggest OCD could be triggered by learned behaviours. They asked about my mum a lot when I went through psychotherapy on the wardâ¦
She bashed the pan down, splattering more sauce. âEvie, thatâs disgusting! Iâm just saying, we donât have to rub it in Roseâs face now, do we?â
I took a deep breath, knowing arguing only made her worse. Then sheâd start crying, or blaming herself, or overcompensating for the guilt by following me around the house like a prison inspector, making sure I was following Sarahâs homework to the T.
âCan I help any more with dinner?â I asked, offering it like a peace pipe.
Mum pushed some hair back from her face. I tried not to think about the hair getting into the spag Bol. I failed.
âDo you want to help with dinner?â
âYes, Mother. That is why I asked.â Another deep breath.
âAll right then, can you lay the table too?â
I dutifully got out all the relevant cutlery and only released my big sigh once I was in the dining room. My mum â oh the issues. I know saying youâve got issues with your parents is about as groundbreaking as saying âHey, I have to poo most daysâ, or âYou know what? Sometimes I get boredâ but that doesnât make the issues any less true. Oh, I love her. Of course I love her. And sheâs a good person. Iâd even go as far as to say sheâs a great mother â until it comes to my âmental health problemsâ â then sheâsâ¦wellâ¦how exactly do I put thisâ¦?
⦠Sheâs a nightmare.
Okay, well, both she and Dad are, but sheâs worse. Like, Iâm sure it was very traumatic and all, to have me go just so very mad. But theyâre soâ¦scared of me now, that I feel almost like a shared science project between them â the âLetâs-never-let-this-happen-againâ project. To be fair, in one of our family therapy sessions, the CBT lady at the unit told them they had to be âstrictâ with me, âfor my own goodâ. Because us OCDers can be quite the manipulative bunch, getting everyone all worried about us, convincing them our fears are totally valid, becoming puppeteers of everyone around us, emotionally guilt-tripping
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