A communication difference between languages ended my anxiety attack today.

[tapdancingtunas]

I had a telehealth session with a new psychiatrist today; she is from Ukraine and has a heavy accent. In my intake paperwork, I mentioned being disowned when I was 16 when I came out as LGBT. I guess the psychiatrist wasn't clear on the meaning of the term "disowned" because she asked, "Did you run away from your parents or were you thrown away?"

I don't know why responding with, "I was thrown away" was so hilarious to me, but it broke me out of the constant anxiety-attack-like-state I've been in the last few days. I love it.

Change approved. I'm ditching the term "disowned" and will forever describe it like that from this point forward.

 

[Friday]

That’s exactly why I read anything from the 1800s & back. Roughly 5 millennia worth of support/strength/wisdom? Is. Just. Fawking. Useful.

People go through the same things (troubles, struggles, searching, solutions) but describe them differently. Those differences? Speak to me in ways modern parlance & understanding doesn’t touch.