"Doctors have been trying to stick a personality disorder on you your whole life," my therapist said yesterday.

Yet, at STanford, I was told clearly by one of the residents there that I was not Borderline.

The psychiatrist is wondering and trying to figure out why the voices are waxing and waning. Here today, gone tomorrow. He says it's more because of a dissociative disorder rather than schizophrenic symptoms.

I maintain I have neither.