Treatment for mental illness is trial and error. Most everything one therapist has told me another has disagreed with. What one psychiatrist has prescribed another takes away. I have been diagnosed as loosely concrete and intellectually abandoned. I have been told I could give seminars on how not to live your life like I lived mine. Too, I have been told I am a social retard. I suppose the seminars could be billed as tragic comedies. Therapists tell me I make things too difficult but that I have a personality not conducive to therapy. I expect I will always be dumber than a box of hair. Yet, I have learned enough to get by.