I put too much time into encounters.
I prepare & practise.
That works for anything challenging involving any machine or any... journey / timing.
Even a person who is distinctly there 'to help'. That word is something I hate. Help or someone 'on your side' doesn't exist. There to prevent your intentions. All worked up towards an annual follow-up meeting... medical. A mistake is to have that in my head for days, and thinking of how to pace it, and what to say. Nobody wants to hear what I say. Even knowing that, I can't get it right. Fumbling through my thoughts... rheticoral. From the outset, I crumble a bit. On the defence. Trying to learn to zip up and pray to my master. A person who'll deem me as insufficient... no good. Two things considered afterwards... No doctor likes a patient. They wish they never existed. Too imperfect for their life. At the very end of yet another follow-up of my condition, being ushered out of the door - exactly the same with any case - phone call, meeting: 'get him out of the door!' We have other people to see. On depart, I was down on my knees - a form expression - respect - making a praying gesture in the waiting room, to say thank you. You have done so much to fix a part of my life. How was that received? He shouted at me to say 'OHH!!! Don't do that!!!'
I have one coming up tomorrow, spending the last two weeks in preparation, to reset my mistakes and make it right. Merely a transition from one basic career advice place, which I wish I had a chance to try this new approach a decade ago. Again, a psychological matter, just as with my neurological specialist or GP, or recruiter, etc. With my mind spinning too fast, I can be sure that I'll crumble and make a mess. More attack. The harder I try, the worst it'll get
And, far too off-topic with this reply