When looking at the various issues that psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists and social workers in my town, and beyond, deal with, you realize there are two key missing issues that relate to folks like me – Autism & Asperger’s Syndrome. It’s all well and good that these CBT professionals tackle clients with addiction, marital infidelity, bipolar, depression, adoption, pet bereavement (!), spirituality, domestic violence and other issues, but the brick wall that is Autism & Asperger’s Syndrome aren’t challenged by them. I wish my trifecta of issues (PTSD, Bipolar I Disorder and Autism) didn’t have the Autism component, but it does. In essence, it makes all forms of therapy useless, a complete waste of time. Lizard Boy, the name I’ve ascribed to my hyper-vigilant amygdala, wears a Kevlar vest 24/7/365. He’s impenetrable, a fortress of steel forever on guard, and because I suffer from Bipolar I Disorder, two hours of sleep is the most I can muster before Lizard Boy wakes me up. What a way to live. I’m sure this insomnia is dragging me to a premature death. I guess it’s something I have to learn to live with – a rogue, fatal heart attack is eminent in my future. Can’t win ’em all, eh?