Things have been improving for us over the past two years under COVID. But sometimes improvement looks like being in a partial psychiatric program to get some support and faster med adjustments to finally deal with the OCD it took ~18 years to realize we all had. Today is day 1, after a grueling 3 hour diagnostic evaluation yesterday. Will be curious to see how the first psychiatrist meeting goes. Next group is in 10 minutes.
Update: The therapist was cool. He said fuck. Good therapists say fuck. I've never met a Ph.D who was actually that thoughtful or helpful or chill. Im glad though.
More updates: sitting in a general support group and feeling tired and stressed. I need a break. But now I have to sit and hear other people's problems and it's hard to really want to. I'm so tired. I can't sit still. I'm so restless and so tired at the same time.
Final Update: welp, the psychiatrist visit was less than thrilling. We were incorrectly diagnosed with OSDD, which I plan to fight next session but was too paralyzed to do this time. It was literally on the basis of our plurality, and nothing else, that we were diagnosed. And that's not how that works. What's more, we got called "characters" and the psychiatrist was very confused as to how to address me. :/ Love that ongoing 45 minutes of subtle dehumanization. Definitely not still sitting with that. /s