I went the other direction. I had no problem with being called lazy or calling myself lazy. It was a familiar and comforting crutch, like slipping into an old pair of sneakers. I only got B+ on the test? No worries. I could have gotten an A had I actually tried and wasn't so lazy. But, I couldn't be bothered, because I'm lazy.
The fact I may have an incurable mental illness (and that I could be branded as such) terrifies me.
The fact I may have an incurable mental illness (and that I could be branded as such) terrifies me.