Hey, I don't care either way! S'all fine by me! Some of the coolest people that I have ever known were thought to be insane, or mentally defective, or somehow 'disabled'! Ha! I've even studied with folks that can hallucinate, if you are using the criteria that is set forth in the DSM! And hey, anyone could be diagnosed with some sort of mental illness according to that thing! Yea, the American Psychological Association; they're the fine folks that decided that Premenstral Syndrome deserved to be classified as a mental illness! I've got a great story to tell about that, too! And it involves a certain big pharma company that was about to lose it's patent and wanted to get some more juice out of one of it's top-selling drugs! Just be patient, I'll get to all my stories in due time!
In the meantime, how the heck did I know about Sybil without knowing it?! I loved that movie, and with the name changes that I've already had, and the ones I'm gonna have, and the different identities here, I was just being funny, lol! Heck, they couldn't even diagnose me with Depression when I was Glen Oaks! They could only come up with Psychosis NOS, and the psychiatrist said that it was because of the info that my mother gave them and because of my 'religious preoccupation'. Little do they realize that I only started up with the religious stuff, including eventually telling them I was Lakota, when they refused to give me access to a patient advocate, and then refused the 4 requests I made to speak with a chaplain! Yea, I'm crazy alright! So crazy that I did everything I could think of to get out of that effing snake pit! That psychiatrist was a pretty nice guy though, even if he gave me that stupid diagnosis! What the hell is the matter with him? He could have diagnosed me with Pica or something! I was eating orange peels, which most people don't do! And if he had probed a little bit more I might have even told him that I ate some white paste and Playdo as a kid! They're not bad either, lol! The old white paste sorta has a sweet wintergreen flavor, and Playdo is nice and salty! And, hey, my mother was feeding me orange flavored baby aspirin by the bottle, and I hate the flavor of those things, barf!
Anyhoo...
Wanna watch me pull a rabbit out of a hat! Presto!