My T has several bookcases. She's only loaned me one book, which I find somewhat odd, as she knows that I have an M.A. in lit and a Ph.D. - not that my degrees are doing me much good these days ... everything was okay before I was diagnosed. My life will never be the same again and nobody, but nobody seems to understand or to grasp how horribly wrong and out of control everything has become. I used to have respect from others and take pride in what I did - now everyone pities or resents me and I am mortified about what has happened to my life. Things were never like this before. Never.