I think I went through this absurdity of trying to get help from Mental Health Partners which does GOOD work for people who have a very nice quality of life because of them but don't know what to do with me precisely so I could be a royal pain in the tuchas and fly into my MOTHERS rage. I've got my father's fight and compassion, but my rage is my mother's.

Mom may have double the average IQ. Her sibs too. All have borderline traits and big rage. Wouldn't you? Go live in a world designed for people with half your IQ, and see how you feel.

It was worth feeling like an asshole for me to really get it. It was so worth it.

My doc diagnosed me as an enigma. I have a cognitive disorder nos which means "she ain't right but we don't know what's wrong". I FEEL scattered and flibberty but she says I'm the best she's seen me. She says stay like this.

OK.