Too Much Psych
The funny thing with studying Psychiatry, with its almost
perpetual line-up of diagnostic criteria of different mood and thought disorders
and endless lists of terminologies, is that, when you find yourself so totally
immersed in the subject, you’d realize that you can almost "classify" almost
everybody in your wide circle of friends and acquaintances into any of the
disorders. You’d realize that you’ve been friends with a hypochondriac, a
homophobe, a histrionic, sex-crazed woman, a schizophrenic, narcissistic guy,
and, of course, lots of depressed individuals.
perpetual line-up of diagnostic criteria of different mood and thought disorders
and endless lists of terminologies, is that, when you find yourself so totally
immersed in the subject, you’d realize that you can almost "classify" almost
everybody in your wide circle of friends and acquaintances into any of the
disorders. You’d realize that you’ve been friends with a hypochondriac, a
homophobe, a histrionic, sex-crazed woman, a schizophrenic, narcissistic guy,
and, of course, lots of depressed individuals.
But I won’t tell who those people are here! Or else, I’d
get my butt kicked!
get my butt kicked!
Suffice to say, I’ve been enjoying reading my psychiatry
book eversince medical school because the worlds in it are almost familiar.
Hahaha.
book eversince medical school because the worlds in it are almost familiar.
Hahaha.
