MAOI Update and the Syndrome With the Funny Name
No new MAOI dosage, no more late-night milk-spilling slapstick, and no better feelings. To be fair to the meds, the past month has been a stressful one. The wife thinks I have Asperger Syndrome. (Henceforth “AS” for brevity and to avoid the “ass-burger” images.) It fits my career, lifestyle, and personality, and I’ve suspected it myself. Unfortunately, if it’s AS and not “just” depression and anxiety, the behavior that causes us so much domestic strife is not so much a...
