A professional charges $200/hr, so we get seen a few times per year at most.

I’ve fucking read the relevant chapters of the DSM V more times than she has. This isn’t the dark ages, this is the information age. Stop gatekeeping knowledge, bitch. I know myself and my symptoms better than she does, because I fucking live with myself and she’s just that annoying not-relative that comes in and after half-hour solves all my problems and tells me how to live my life and then “WOW I’M HEALED THANKS SO MUCH” —now fuck off and write my scrip so I don’t have to go to the darkweb for my shit that I hate but enables my neurodivergent mind to function in in the way that’s at least partially compatible with this fucked up society.