A week's gone by, and I'm still re-adjusting. I don't know why it's taking me so long. I'm crawling through the days as if maimed. After last weekend's crazy obssesive cleaning spree, I've slumped into a period of restlessness and low mood.
The review by the specialist BPD team last week went well, I think. V was with me, and as she was walking me out, she seemed pleased with my effort to engage with them. I hadn't really felt like talking when I headed into the interview, but in the end, I did. I had told V I would give it my best, and that was what I did.
I don't know if I was expecting them to have horns sticking out of their heads, but when I met them, I was somewhat surprised that they weren't holding pitchforks in their hands. The pdoc looked like a mild tempered sort of guy, and asked his questions in a quiet probing sort of way. The woman psychotherapist was unassuming and quiet in her manner as well. I didn't have too tough a time answering their questions, so that was good.
I don't know what they discussed with V after I left, but maybe V will share them with me tomorrow when I see her. And it'll probably take a couple of weeks for their recommendations to be completed - I will be given a copy of that. It'll be interesting to see what they come up with.