Apparently nobody really takes me seriously (except a T) because I "present well".

Those were the words of a Pdoc who should be glad I didn't stick a pen in his eye.

(I was in a bad way and he nearly discharged me from the clinic where I get T and Meds)

Anyway I had a *****fit, my T calmed me down and made me realize that, even though that dr was a douche, he wasn't completely wrong.

And THIS is why my friends are hardly there for me unless I explicitly say I am feeling suicidal.

I'm so sorry you had to play in traffic before anyone took real notice.

Re:work, I would just ask someone if I suddenly had swine flu or something....

ETA. Love the thread title btw, sounds like the perfect title for my autobiography.