I had an undiagnosed and untreated mother. She too was very organized, but boy oh boy was she a sociopath! No empathy from her, no tenderness, only her own feelings counted and too bad for the rest of us. She started the screaming tirades when I was about 7 and continued on for the rest of her life. Yes the bills were always paid on time by her and dinner was always cooked but really I was raised by a monster. She was ignorant and just plain mean. My father was the polar opposite and I loved him dearly. He was a father and a mother to me. He was very nurturing. How the 2 of them got together is one of life's mysteries. His failing was he almost never protected me from her and completely let her run the show. She treated him poorly too. I remember being depressed as far back as age 3. Then severe OCD hijacked my mind at age 13. I also sometimes get anxiety. So no I didn't make it out sane. I have to take 4 psych meds to be half way ok. It's not the life I would've chosen but I do the best I can with what I've been given.