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  • Mostly in fun, but not in jest, my mother calls my brother diagnosable and my sister certifiable. Mind, not diagnosable with anything or certifiably anything- just diagnosable, just certifiable.

    One wonders, regarding the topic of mothers and diagnosability, whether the extremeness of the identically sharp edges of her polarity, the black and white and lack of gray on the continuum of her actions, words, reactions, the rapidity with which she shifts from one end to the other, don't point to my brother not being the only one who is diagnosable.

    Though, to be sure, with very different things.
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