Taimaat wrote:
When I finally got diagnosed with PDD is when I finally learned what to say to the shrink to make him bored with me instead of interested.
I wish I knew this trick, so I could fool my therapist back then (I was 13 at the time). But the internet didn't exist yet, so I couldn't research the tests ahead of time, although this probably worked out to her benefit. If I knew in advance, I'd probably draw a stereotypical happy family: myself, my mom, and my dad all holding hands, while standing under a rainbow or in a garden. That would fool her into believing that everything in OK. After all, the technology to read minds still hasn't been invented.