Disclaimer

Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Thursday, 27 July 2023

The extra session my clinical psychologist called to discussed some things may have revealed that I was under sharing things that were relevant.  Possibly masking.

Still, came away feeling like I was assessed as somewhat undeserving.


No logical reason to think that.

But if I was coming at things logically, I mightn’t be trying to use NZ’s mental health system.



Also, got a rage haircut.  Not sure if I like it or not, but the barber pretty much didn’t talk at all, so that was a win.  Yay for immigrants and workplaces with limited English.

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