Posted by seldomseen on September 18, 2008, at 6:26:48
My therapist and I today worked a little today on my potential bipolar diagnosis.
The klonopin is working and I no longer feel as though I'm going to burst into a billion little pieces. I'm much calmer.
So we were able to enter the discussion. I'm right at the age when my mother had her first hospital admission for her bipolar. He assured me that he did not see that in my future.
He pointed out that I am a much different person than my mother. We laughed at how everyone is now bipolar and it is the diagnosis du jour. However, he also pointed out that we are still very much in the early stages of understanding what that illness is.
We discussed strategies as to how to avoid getting to where I am right now and how I fought to make myself heard. He apologized for being so dense. I felt a strong desire to hug him.
We gotta remember that these guys aren't mind readers. Frustrating and difficult as it may be, we gotta sometimes spell it out for them.
Then we talked a lot about butterflies. I think it really intrigues him about how much I love them. Or maybe it was just chatter while I sit with what is going on with me.
In any case, he's not forcing anything and is very reassuring.
Just as I knew he would be.
Seldom
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