I should add that I also battle a low self esteem, which my school years did to me. Introverted might not be the right word to use, but I do keep “feelings” locked up inside of me. I’m still looking for the person who can really understand me. Only my dogs could do that. I talk through my writing, not through vocal words, to talk in front of people I’d be a mountain of quivering jello.
Back to the doctors though, that would be a problem. I didn’t like the doctor who diagnosed me and he was one of the three that told me I had no hope.