There was the question of what to wear to my electroconvulsive therapy consult, which would take place at the University of California, San Francisco. If I looked too pulled-together for the consult, I figured, I wouldn’t be able to convey that most of the time I was suffering from psychic torture. If I looked like a mess, I might end up institutionalized, and I’d had enough experience with psychiatric hospitals to know that I didn’t want or need hospitalization.
