DEAR ABBY: Because I'm unemployed, I am currently living with my parents. I am 40, but my mother treats me as if I am an 8-year-old boy. Among other things, she forbids me to leave the house without her permission and considers my room to be a mess she must clean if even a single book is out of place on my desk.
I believe my mother has obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have told her this and recommended she get herself evaluated. She refuses to listen, even after I gave her a month's worth of examples illustrating which of her actions meet the criteria.
I want to remain sane as I try to find employment and a way out of her house. Have you any suggestions? -- GOING MAD IN SOUTH DAKOTA
DEAR GOING MAD: As an adult, you should not have to ask anyone's permission to leave the house. It's time for a man-to-man talk with your father. What does he think of this? Has your mother always been this way? While you're talking with him, bring up the fact that she is showing signs of OCD and see if he can convince her to be evaluated. If she does have it, there are treatments for it and it might greatly benefit their marriage, as well as your relationship with your mother.
Her house. She may be ODC, but he needs to move if he doesn't like it. His unemployment status and lack of ability to have his own place is not his mother's responsibility.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Yup. He should be so busy working part time jobs at Mc'Ds that he shouldn't be home much at all anyway. Sheesh. Try reattaching your balls and see if that works and be a man by going out into the world earning your way.
Dear Going Mad in South Dakota,
The solution is simple, move out. If you don't have any funds to find suitable living, then find a nice sturdy box. From what I hear, the other homeless unemployed people who complained about their parents generosity will watch over your stuff while you hit up the food pantry.
If he is being treated like a child, he is acting like a child.
__________________
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
If he can't find a job in South Dakota, he's not looking.
Well, with the oil price bust lately, there jobs aren't as plentiful as during the boom.
Thats North Dakota. I work in South Dakota. Companies cant even get applicants here, especially west river, although I work east river and weve had two openings since March and can't even get anyone to apply.
-- Edited by huskerbb on Friday 10th of July 2015 01:03:56 PM
__________________
I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.