Waiting Room

Name: Avah
Age: 20
DOB: 4.8.86
Sex: F
Marital Status: Single
Yearly Income: Broke
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Religion: Jewish
Political Affiliation: Deomocrat

Check off all appropriate symptoms:
Depression: Check
Mania: Check
Eating Disorder: Check
Suicidal Ideation: Check
Homicidal Ideation: Nope, but close!
Excessive Anger:

"Hey mom, would you say I've had excessive anger?"
"Yes. I think breaking a door falls under that catagory.

Excessive Anger: Check
Relationship problems: Check

"Let me see..."
"Mom, this is confidential!"
"What, do you have something on there you don't want me to see?"
"Maybe."
"Well, just cover up what you don't want me to see."

I put my thumb over bisexual as she glanced over the sheet.

But I didn't think to hide the fact I was covering my sexual preference.

"Why are you covering that?"
"Cause."
"What, did you write both?"
"Maybe."
"Well, I already knew that."
"You did?!"
"Yeah, you told me."
"When?"
"When Mitzi and Jefferson came over."
"Oh, I wasn't really sure if I had."

A few seconds of silence.

"Well, what do you think about it?"
"What does it matter what I think."
"Well, what if I were to bring a girl home?"
"I think you're at an age where you're experimenting..."
"I'm not experimenting."
"I just know you want to get married and have kids. Could you hand me the People magazine?"
"Mom!"
"I just don't get it, I remember you saying like last year or something going Ew about being with another girl."
"I don't remember that."
"That's really just a shame," she said pointing to a photo from the Amish school killings.

Discussion over.

I wasn't really happy that's how my mom reacted. I thought she'd be better about it. But I'm out to my mother now.

But, you know, I'm just experimenting.

Doesn't matter I know I could fall in love with a women. Maybe I'm still on the fence about whether or not I want to spend my life with a woman, but I am open to the possiblity.

Kinda sucks. Oh well.