In your diagnosis
You described me as a certain type of personality
A woman not conforming to the norm.
As I read it I thought:
I have seen this before.
A hundred years ago
It was written on rag paper with a fountain pen
You called me hysterical and blamed the position of my womb.
Two hundred years ago
It was written on parchment with a quill
You called me a madwoman and confined me to Bedlam.
Three hundred years ago
It was written on vellum and sealed with your signet ring
You called me a witch and burnt me in the village square.
So here I am again just as I was then
And here you are again just as you were then