I really don't know what I think about this psychiatrist. She spoke a few more words this time other than, "Ahhhh. Ok.", but....just but. She put difficult child on clonidine (sp?) 0.1mg to help with sleep. Said difficult child could take it with the 100mg trazodone because difficult child says the trazodone isn't working all that well. (It is.) psychiatrist started difficult child on 10mg Celexa to increase to 20mg. Offered nothing for PRN, although when I asked if the clonodine could be used PRN she said it could. She does want to get the anxiety under control before we address anything else, which is what I've been saying to anyone who will listen for the last 2 weeks - or however long it's been since the lovely ADD diagnosis came along. But, difficult child? She makes me so tired. She sat in that appointment and told psychiatrist that she has Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD). When I told difficult child that she hasn't been diagnosis'd with that, she insisted that she had been and that she just saw therapist yesterday. I saw therapist Monday. Then difficult child said she has Mixed PD. When psychiatrist asked difficult child when her last panic attack was before last week, difficult child said months. Sigh. No. She's been having them regularly for weeks. difficult child became very angry and said she hadn't and that psychiatrist was talking to her, not me. Before psychiatrist even started, difficult child accused me of "looking angry". No. I looked tired and in pain. And I wasn't even looking at her. I was reading the titles of the books on the bookshelf. Last night I got yelled at because I can't control how quickly the hot water tank refills. And I got yelled at because I didn't pick her up at school "on time". Oh, I was there. In the line of cars. difficult child just doesn't want to come out and look for me because, "it's cold and I'm not standing out in the cold". So, she doesn't come out until I'm able to pull up in front of the doors. I have no intention of getting there 20 minutes early so I can be waiting for her in front of the doors. She can come look for me, or she can wait. I've gotten to where I don't even leave to get her until 5 minutes after school is out because there's no point. The line of cars goes down the road. And if she's not going to look for me, but insist on door to door service...well, that's how it's going to work. The upside is that even though difficult child is still having stomach issues, she's not complaining about it all day long. I guess she doesn't want to go back to the ER. I am going to call the GP tomorrow, though, and see if we should try a different medication. But, at least I'm not listening to her "dying" all night long. I really need a break.