GoddessofSnowandIce wrote:
with an official diagnosis, I can apply for services...
Ok, you twisted my arm. I'm going to try again (sigh).
They say that banging your head on the wall is helpful because it feels good when you stop.

I'll let you all know when I get to the good part.
I'm also concerned about my 18-year-old son. He's so clueless.
I wouldn't want to put him through all this diagnosis crap for nothing,
but if I ever find a shrink who's worth anything, I'll drag him along for the ride.
I keep flashing back to the time he and I got stuck in the under-toe.
I know how to handle it for myself, but I couldn't carry him.
I eventually got over the shame of needing to call the lifeguard (me, of all people).
But for life in general, there is no lifeguard. Either you muddle through, or you don't.