A few days after I left UConn my mom took me to a psychiatrist in Stamford. After talking with me for an hour, smiling kindly and calmly asking me questions, he diagnosed me. "You have an anxiety disorder," he said. "It's a rare and very unpleasant type called 'plateau panic disorder.' Basically you're having panic attacks that don't ever end.
- Moby
Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, said Stamford, introducing us. - How are you? he said cordially, gripping my hand with a strength for which I should hardly have given him credit. You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive.