So, I survived my first hour with a new T.

My official diagnosis: I dunno.

Anybody I see the rest of my life is going to suffer in comparison with my last T, so there's that to get out of the way.

I prefer to be intellectually compatible with my T's, and she seems able to keep up with me (not that I'm brilliant or anything, but some are smarter than others! I had one who clearly had smoked waaaaaay too much dope in the 70s. Never went back after the first session).

She gave me her phone number and told me she was available 24/7 and not to worry if I wake her up in the middle of the night if I need to, which is a plus.

She seemed to think my current insanity is anxiety run amok, and not bipolar, which is reassuring, and she was very validating in terms of granting me the right to be anxious, unlike my family members.

After hearing what I make, she knocked her fee from $100/wk to $40, which was VERY nice, though still a chunk of change per month that I'm going to have to find somehow.

I dunno. I wasn't immediately in love with her or at ease with her like I was with Gregory (the T direct from heaven), but it wasn't horrible, either. I suppose I'll give it a shot.