hahahaha - funny story...
When I was about 21 years old, I was still living at my mom's house. Evidently my behaviour had become erratic in her view, and she set up an appointment with a... well, it was a psychiatrist, psychologist... something like that, I'm not sure of his title.
Anyway, she took me to this guy, and he is in his office... I'm there, and so is my mom. I guess she figured that if she was paying the bill, she could be present.
So, this fella starts asking me all sorts of questions (which I do not remember now), and I answer him... exactly the way that my mom would like to hear the answers.
Hey! I'm not crazy! If I told him the truth, I would've been in deeper poopoo than I was at the time!
So, we go away, I'm not sure what the fella thought of my answers... or if he knew they were B.S. or not.
A few weeks later, things went south at home, and I decided to move out. I was packing all sorts of things, and the next thing I know my mom is on the phone. She had (unbeknownst to me) set up another appointment with the psychiatrist. It was going to be for the following Monday... and it was on Friday that things were going south.
I was on the extension phone listening in, as she was asking the receptionist lady if she could move the appointment up to that day... which was not possible.
I was a little P.O.ed that she had done that - setting up another trip to the psychiatrist... but, it didn't matter at that point - I was moving out.
I'm okay now... <twitch> <twitch> ... really I am.