I have always struggled with perfectionism.
I used to vehemently deny it, insisting I was NOTHING like my mother. My mother struggled so hard to be perfect she did circles around the inside of our house “walking” off her derrière in an attempt to make it smaller (despite it’s already small size). Additionally, she fought to hide my dad’s Dementia from their best friends for fear of being ostracized. Now, instead of denying it, I just admit to being in perfectionism recovery with occasional relapses.