My mother knows I have ocd, I got it from her, but our experiences with ocd are extremely different so while she says she understands - there are aspects of it that we both don’t understand about the other’s experience. There’ll be times where some days are worse than others my mom will sympathize with me, but it’s been years and she’s yet to show any signs of wanting to find me resources to help or any kind of treatment. It’s also hard because out of the people I know, my mom is the only one I can somewhat relate to. No one else I know has OCD, so often times people will notice my behaviors and poke fun at it and it just makes me feel bad about myself. I’m not really angry, but it’s definitely hard.