He does not look like what I thought a psychiatrist would look like, although how could I know because this is my first time seeing a psychiatrist.
I tell him my name, that I am a junior majoring in Intercultural Studies and I am from central Texas. He asks me why I am here and to please describe my symptoms and my shoulders soften because his voice is gentle and the eyes behind his thick glasses are kind.
First I tell him about the knots in my stomach and the tightness in my chest that both appear when I walk through campus. I tell him that, no matter where I go, I feel people watching me.
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