Earlier

Between workhouse visits nos. 2 & 3, I went along to the mental health people for my assessment. The woman who saw me this time was very good, and understood the connection between my various issues; ASD, depression and seizures. I was so pleased that I wasn't being treated as a case of depression. Depression is a cunt, but that's not the half of it.
The session itself was quite grueling. I really don't like talking about how I feel. I had quite a headache from the earlier phone calls, and did my best to maintain some level of eye contact with the woman. She thinks that psychological therapy would be beneficial to me, and has put me on the waiting list. She said that in future she will refer me to agencies who specialise in my needs. She clarified that the therapy she offers is different to psychotherapy, which I am strongly averse to.