Diagnoses are models. Man made constructs like race or gender. They aren't real. They are like species categories. Any five year old can tell you which Lets on the street are cats and which are dogs. He will accept the model as a sort of platonic form because cats are so obviously not dogs. Until you show him a fox.

My hospital liason is organising a meeting for a bunch of people to discuss whether I have PSTD or borderline.

It reminds me of wondering whether my father is black. I could care less. Theres no such thing as being black or White. But in Birmingham Alabama when he was a teen ot was a whole lot better to be White.

Deciding whether I am ptsd or borderline is like deciding whether a Fox os a feline or canine. *BUT...Ive seen how I get treated differently when my chart says ptsd, rule out bipolar, borderline traits, generalised anxiety disorder.

My dad got the hell out of Birmingham.

Im getting the hell out of the mental health system. Im leaving for pretty much the same reason daddy left Alabama. ****ery and retardation.