Lol. This story reminds me of the day the cops and medics ended up at my house. I was at the bottom of a depressive episode and my fiance was extremely manic. I was sitting on the sofa, dressed and calm. He was running around outside in the cold without proper attire and shouting. Guess which of us was planning to take all mommy's pills and slit their wrists for good measure? And guess which of us ended up hospitalized? Yup. Not the one who was actually a threat to herself and anyone who got in her way. I even went as far as telling the authorities the truth about how I was feeling and they still didn't believe me. Clearly I just want attention, since I still know how to brush my hair. I don't know what survival instinct stopped me from cutting right in front of the police, but I was strongly considering it, since clearly nothing less would convince them I was telling the truth.

Anyway, it's totally f-d up how these things can go, but I don't get the impression that being told there's nothing wrong with you because you still know how to dress yourself is unusual.