My mom; I feel confident; had some sort of mental disorder. OCD for sure because she could never stop doing her house over, and the things in it. Something of a interior decorator for others homes as well. She and I had some bad moments. Like "why can't you be like so & so." Drove me nuts, and I was BP without knowing it for many more years. Only a step dad, no real father who was dead a week before I was born. She may have been BP or something else altogether. She has been gone for years now, and I must admit, I may have felt some re-leaf. If she had known I was BP, things would have been much worse between us.