The first and only time I tried going to see a specialist was the Crisis Team at the nearest psychiatric hospital - never again. The doctor who greeted me in the waiting room was expecting to see my dad (who is on DLA for Borderline Personality Disorder) and wasn't best pleased to find out that he'd rushed over from the other side of the hospital to see me. Begrudgingly, he took me into a room to talk about what was going on and I explained everything, as well as my concerns that I could have been suffering from something more than depression (such as BPD). I've never known anyone to be so condescending to their patients. His exact words were "You're just a normal 19 year-old lad going through the pain of growing up". I was gobsmacked. I understand now that I don't have anything serious like BPD, but at the time I was a mess and felt really let down by the one service that was supposed to help.