...and it went better than I expected.
We work in the same office building and regularly shoot emails back and forth to help get through the day. He knows I'm looking for a shrink to talk to, and today he asked me how that was going. Now he has a tendency to be a little stubborn, and comes across as very resistant to change when it affects him. Just like our Dad. Heh. So I answer that it's been difficult finding someone in my insurance network that can help, and he's wondering why. This not being the usual anxiety/depression stuff I try to skirt the issue, but eventually tell him that I may have GID. A few agonizing moments later, he replies with a "Yeah, it kinda shows. I wish I could help you. Will you promise to get help? If it's been bothering you for this long, you shouldn't wait any longer."
OMG. It's not fanfare and ticker-tape, but it'll more than do. I was expecting to be read the Riot Act. I wanted to run downstairs and give him a hug, but let's not push things, eh?
