I'm just tired of conflict and I can't go back to the past. So. Y'all do what you need to do. The name is on the the chart though. I get it. I changed it at one point. People got really ugly about it. So just forget it. Use my legal name. Cut the bullshit. You do that and I'll call it even. I don't really get it. Y'all don't get me. Call it even. Outpatient knows how to help. Personally I miss artstick but, unfortunately... she's gone. Anyways. I'm with Coffee now.
Not everyone is going to like me and I can't like everyone. Just don't dehumanize me or insult or attack my professionals. Or I'll be taking that up the chain. As high as it needs to go.
And I'm going to be much more careful about what I express. This is totally creepy. Did I mention inpatient was an ethical cesspool? OK not everyone. Not the the resident, the observers, or most of the nurses. The patients and some staff. Just some really wierd shit yall teach these people about how to behave. Toxic nonsense. I need to stop advocating because its not going the right way. I thought it would increase sensitivity. That it would help. I think I overestimated myself. I'm not actually Robin Williams. I just liked the guy. Anyways. I need to do some thinking. That inpatient and er visit was a real shit show, but yall can't read my mind so... I'm not not angry about that. Yes I'm still angry a bit about the 90s. About the old guard. But that was a long time ago. And autism wasn't well known then. I need to focus on something more constructive. I've got some friends to hang out with, writing to do. Some cleaning. The home stuff. Maybe I'll tone down the DID talk. Seems to freak people out its really not that different from ptsd. Anyways, my dxs are reduced. Congratulations. Maybe not exactly what you were hoping for but can't win them all. Oh psychiatry... such a strange art.
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