Change? Did someone say new Dr.?

     It's been an interesting week, as usual. Rachel's Dr. left the practice in November, so we were assigned to the new one.  We got there plenty early...were signing in....the sweet lady informed me that her new Dr. was "different" from her old ones. Hmm...Different? Change? You get the anxiety!
     She had had 2 warm, friendly female Dr.s, so when told it was a man, some anxiety was shown by Rachel & a good bit was being felt by me. We were also told that patients had reported he was not so friendly, while the parents reported that they hoped he was thorough, since the connection seemed "off".
   So, with some apprehension, we followed him into his office. Once in there, we watched him write & write & write....did I say write. He hardly looked up, asked just a handful of questions & even I was feeling uncomfortable. Twenty minutes later, Rachel's hands were flapping & she was rocking back & forth in her seat. By that point, I just wanted to get out. He continued silently writing, while I tried to break the ice....it just wasn't going to happen. So after handing me the prescriptions, I breathed a sigh of relief (a little prematurely)!
   He then proceeded to ask her the obligatory questions, by most psychiatrists (however, her previous ones did not ask)! Do you have any thoughts of hurting anyone...yourself...? She just sat there, confused. With a little different wording by me, she said "NO, but sometimes it happens"! Then he asked if she ever saw things that weren't there, or heard things that weren't there? Uh oh... Total confusion from her! Then he tried to reword it & said "Do you ever see things that other people don't see?".  She immediately said "YES"! Oh dear, & we had almost made it out.
   When asked to explain, I guessed kind of what was coming. She told him everday it happens. She always sees her teacher from her seat, but some others can't always see the teacher from where they sit. (Excellent point!) He finally wrapped it up, much to my relief!
   As he was escorting us to the door, I stepped into the hall & turned around to see Rachel was not there. We stepped back into the office to see her neatly pushing all of the chairs up to his table, at just the right angles & amounts of seperation. She couldn't leave until that "job" was done! Just a little OCD! I wondered how long he would be writing once we left! But thankful to have escaped!