The only thing that was different was my psychiatrist usually is happy to see me but today she was indifferent. It was like she didn't know me. It made me feel like she could tell I was not the same. She doesn't know I am DID. I haven't told her because I don't want her to prescribe more medication. I am fine with what I take now. Maybe that set off my anxiety and the crowded room just made it worse. Maybe.