Saw my pdoc today. Tell him anxiety is through the roof (though it's all understandable, so that was nothing to get hyper over). Tell him I've been dissociating on a somewhat regular basis. Tell him that I can go from perfectly fine to suicidally depressed in the blink of an eye.

He says "Wow, your mood's really improved! Great!"

ROFLMAO -- I will never understand shrinks as long as I live. I love this man to death, we've been together a long time and he takes very good care of me. But we are NEVER on the same page. I'm not actively suicidal and I haven't cut since I saw him 2 weeks ago, so I must be doing really well, huh? The dissociation is a leftover coping skill, and the fine-to-crappy in 1 second flat is biologically based and oh well. Geeze. I don't know if I don't make myself understood, or if he looks at different things than I do to decide I'm well, or what.

I've been on the 2-week plan since October, and now I get to go to a month. My boss will be thrilled, as she's sick to death of my mental health crap. We'll see if I can handle it, I guess.

Does anybody else have this kind of disconnect between what you think and what your pdoc thinks?

Candy