You have one emotional breakdown, and suddenly the whole psych
department treats you like you're made of glass. I'm fairly certain my
attending was actually afraid to break the news that one of our kids
had gotten worse over the weekend, for fear it might crush my spirit.
There was also the change in the department seminar schedule to
include a discussion on dealing with emotional difficulties. Also,
every sentence directed at me so far today has begun with "Would you
be okay with..." as opposed to the usual "We need you to.." of third
year.
I'm not complaining, just noticing.
I'm not complaining, just noticing.

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It's nice that they clearly have your best interests in mind and are not just blatantly taking advantage of you (I've heard some horror stories from some of my other grad student/law student/med student friends about their advisors/professors/supervisors taking advantage of them and treating them basically like shit just because they can)!