Had a fight with my therapist

rush-keating:

She essentially told me that I don’t have special interests and that what I’m experiencing that causes me to get obsessive about something to the point where I fixate on it for months/years on end is just anxiety symptoms.

I ended up walking out in the middle of the appointment.

I wanted to have an in-depth conversation with her about how to manage my mental health when I have an unhealthy special interest but…well…I’m reminded of that one meme that trans people have with the philosophers on the left and the toddler on the right.