Met with the psych today. Spent about 2 1/2 hours discussing me, my
childhood, my family, and the three amigos (as I've come to call
them). She was very observant, and that's a good thing. Noticed a lot
of body language and made comments.
She decided that she is going to have to bring in another doctor for
me. She said, "We have lots of groups, so there's a group for everyone
here."
I replied, "I would be okay with that."
She smiled and said, "There's no group for you. Your case is...
unique."
I've been called "Unique" (and worse) my entire life.
The good news is that the process has begun. And this is the process
that I hope will lead to some kind of relief. My fingers are crossed.
All forty of them.
