(part 3) - surrounded with psychology
III. Personality Disorders
Today is day three and I will be meeting a houshold of three. A father who has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), a mother who has Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), and a teenage daughter with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). I met all three of them and I first wanted to observe the father with OCD. I grabbed my notebook and was ready to write everything down.
As I looked around the house, I noticed that everything was spotless. Maybe a little too spotless. Everything was put into perfect spots and it was all color coordinated. I saw a shelf in the living room with a bunch of blocks. The top shelf had blocks that went smallest to largest and the second had them largest to smallest. The next three shelves below did the same pattern. I thought that was pretty interesting.
The father came into the room and said to me, “Don’t touch any of those blocks please. I worked so hard putting them there prefectly.” I told him that I was only looking at them and he pushed me out of the way and began making sure they were all in the same place they were at. I had to write that down in my notebook. He talked to himself as he made sure they were all perfect and sighed in relief and said, “I’m sorry I just have a habit of making sure my things are in the exact spot.”
I wanted to ask him what kind of job he did and he told me he was a stocker at a...
Today is day three and I will be meeting a houshold of three. A father who has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), a mother who has Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), and a teenage daughter with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). I met all three of them and I first wanted to observe the father with OCD. I grabbed my notebook and was ready to write everything down.
As I looked around the house, I noticed that everything was spotless. Maybe a little too spotless. Everything was put into perfect spots and it was all color coordinated. I saw a shelf in the living room with a bunch of blocks. The top shelf had blocks that went smallest to largest and the second had them largest to smallest. The next three shelves below did the same pattern. I thought that was pretty interesting.
The father came into the room and said to me, “Don’t touch any of those blocks please. I worked so hard putting them there prefectly.” I told him that I was only looking at them and he pushed me out of the way and began making sure they were all in the same place they were at. I had to write that down in my notebook. He talked to himself as he made sure they were all perfect and sighed in relief and said, “I’m sorry I just have a habit of making sure my things are in the exact spot.”
I wanted to ask him what kind of job he did and he told me he was a stocker at a...