They miss the point
consistently:
never get to the heart
of what tortures me.
That is not OCD.
The diagnosis
is superficial,
and works for them,
not me.
There are deeper issues,
but they can't see past
my injured hands:
one visible manifestation
of my anguish,
and a reaction to
extreme distress -
in this case, mainly caused by their
so-called "services",
ironically.
Why can't they see
that they don't help me
when they won't see past
their inadequate label?
When they won't see me -
and must attempt to stretch their label's implications,
to make it mean more than it ever did -
that makes me want
to scream,
self-harm,
explode inside.
Look closer. See my pain in all its
shades and hues - complexities -
and forget
for a moment
about your obsession
with my so-called "OCD".
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