Later today (in about 8 hours time) I'm seeing a psychiatrist who will, with any luck, be able to diagnose the exact nature of my disorder. (Or at least as "exact" as one can get with a one-hour session combined with consulting my case worker.)
To mark the occasion (not really), my dad brought home a brochure entitled "Social Anxiety Disorder: Your Mental Health Matters" (something like that) which contained, among other things, a short questionnaire (much like the ones they use for alcoholics, drug users, etc.). Seventeen questions designed to help you decide if you should see a doctor regarding your symptoms. A score over 19 is a proverbial green light.
My score? 62. Fuck.
This should be fun.
To mark the occasion (not really), my dad brought home a brochure entitled "Social Anxiety Disorder: Your Mental Health Matters" (something like that) which contained, among other things, a short questionnaire (much like the ones they use for alcoholics, drug users, etc.). Seventeen questions designed to help you decide if you should see a doctor regarding your symptoms. A score over 19 is a proverbial green light.
My score? 62. Fuck.
This should be fun.
