While the woman I saw at the psychiatric clinic Tuesday was a medical doctor, and while the woman I saw Wednesday morning at the CAPS office at school isn’t fully licensed yet, I think I like what the second one had to say better.
She didn’t really go for the whole OCD or bipolar thing because the experiences I had when I was younger that could be called “manic” could be attributed just as easily to the sheer volume of caffeine I consumed at the time. The habits I have of organizing things don’t affect my daily life in a negative way, and I don’t freak out if I can’t do them. Like when I line stuff up on the belt at the grocery store. I’m trying to make it easier for whoever is bagging and, yes, I do like things to be tidy. If they’re not, I’m not having a fit in the middle of the store, though.
I’m glad I’m finally getting the ball rolling. I don’t know what to expect. But that’s okay. I did kind of leave yesterday morning feeling a little emotional because there were a lot of questions and, of course, some of them had to do with prior events that could be considered “traumatic” that I may joke about, but aren’t really funny.
In other news, a quick note to the young ladies on campus: Pick up your goddamn feet when you walk!