@hoosiermama:And in the end, it doesn't matter a hill o' beans what the name of the "disorder" is...Having a label gives us something to hang onto and perhaps even something to help predict how the next few years will play out in dealing with the aliens we married.
And that's actually why I think it does matter -- even though one literally can't do anything about it, viz., no control, focus on yourself, etc. -- I find from my own POV that putting a face on the enemy (so to speak) helps to cope with it in some small way. I'd like to think, for example, that had I known it was MLC (if it was) and not pure WAWly cussedness, I'd have gone about things differently. At Zero Two Hundred, with my eyeballs caging, I'm honest enough to admit "probably not," but it's at least possible.
For example, I might have -- when we were getting along -- asked about how she coped with her mother's death, etc. Would it have changed the alien? Oh I don't think so. But maybe it would have changed the DB'ing I did(n't) do. Maybe not. Can't ever know.
But it's sort of like genealogy -- as Buddy Dude Man told me, one is happier learning, though generations after the fact, that Ancestor had an irreparable (given the technology of the age) brain tumor rather than continuing to believe he'd simply stuck a shotgun in his mouth and blew the top of his head off.