

I had an elderly grad school Mammalogy professor who was always thrilled to show us cute fuzzy creatures on a slide show, tell us what was unique, both taxonomically and phylogenetically, about them, and of course if or if not he had gotten a chance to pet them or wanted to still.
I would be thrilled to teach that course with half of the passion he did. Bonus points if it opened doors to work in the field and pet some of those mofos.


Months. It took months of my med schedule before I was like “maybe these are working”. My motivation and functioning was like zero still, but I wasn’t depressed anymore.
Then doc put me back on a stimulant and it was so much more drastic an improvement I was frustrated we didn’t do that first.