This is from around four years ago, written just after Psalm for the Insane. it didnt mean anything at the time, a random thought I couldnt get rid of so I wrote it down. I'm glad I did.

Today I speak to a psychologist. I'm beginning to wonder what the point is, it's doubtful they'll have the training for this, and why should I speak to psychologist about other people's behavioural problems? And no, I'm not talking about Bea, she has an excuse for acting like a child.

This is in itself a bit pitiful. The social worker wants me to convince the psychologist that I'm disabled, when its patently obvious it isnt me who is, but him and his emotionally crippled colleagues. This is so his department can carry on ignoring me, use me as free care and neglect their duties to my daughter. That isnt going to happen, the same as last time, and now the world can see it too.

The social worker still does not read my blog, has his fingers in his ears going La La La, and doesnt believe that the CEO of his parent organisation is signed on the case. He truly believes they have done no wrong and he's doing his best to help, and that the LGO will side with his department.

Perhaps I should send him one of these, so he can discuss his delusion with a professional instead of me.

I'm not even going to dignify that last section, I'll just have it out with the psychologist.