As a civilized, functioning (semi functioning?) member of society, one is expected to constantly adapt to ones surroundings; to become a reluctant chameleon, if you will. Perhaps I can pull the Autism card here, but seldom have I found myself able to efficiently navigate my way around a new set of people and circumstances withoutContinue reading “Happy anniversary, therapy.”
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memoirs of a psych ward
I wake up, my hazy brain unable to comprehend how I have ended up here. The nurse doggedly insists that I get out of bed, as the sunlight searing through the barred windows taunts me. I ram my thumb in between my shoulder blades, in a futile attempt to iron out the creases my musclesContinue reading “memoirs of a psych ward”
“Careful or you’ll end up with a Borderline Personality Disorder diagnosis”
âBe careful, because if you carry on acting like this, youâll end up with a BPD diagnosisâ my consultant at St Anns warned me after yet another âincidentâ caused me to wind up in A&E. âYou donât want that, do you?â she asked patronizingly. I was somewhat unsure as to whether this was a rhetoricalContinue reading ““Careful or you’ll end up with a Borderline Personality Disorder diagnosis””
