Allow me to relate a story...I am on disability for my mental health issues. I had to go for a re-evaluation of my disabilities. The physical part went ok, but when I had to go for the mental part things went sideways, hard and fast.

We got to the site early, so I didn't mind waiting, at least until my appointed time. It was the 2 hours after my appointed time that gave me an issue. Anxiety through the roof, I asked the receptionist what the problem was, and was told that some people ahead of me were late and caused the doctor to be running late.

Wait, what? I'm there early, and I'm waiting that long past my appointment time because someone else was late???

Rage, pure unadulterated rage was the very next emotion in the queue. When I finally was called back, every single verve in my body was firing, all at the same time. I didn't slam the door though, no, I closed it so slowly and carefully that it didn't even click. I sat down, right leg vibrating like it was having its own private earthquake.

When asked how I was, I told the woman that I was pissed right completely off, to the point of wanting very much to commit a random act of homicide, but I had it under control. She threatened to have me locked up...until I explained exactly why we (i have DID) were pissed off, and I let my bitchy alter handle the rest of the interview.

Point to this ramble is, anyone who works with borderlines, even briefly, has to know what will trigger them, and what will happen when they are triggered.

Good job not killing anyone!