All about nothing I haven't heard before

The witness gave her account, the reality as she had lived it, with all the focus and detail she could afford without compromising the accuracy of the events. Some of her memory failed to express itself properly; it was an entirely impromptu interrogation, and she had not prepared to fulfill her role as informant.

It was fortunate for her that professionals in the science of understanding and evaluating the legitimacy and function of other minds so often admire their own voice only so much less much than the voice of reason in which they are indisputably fluent.

He listened with visible endurance, she became flustered not only from the increasingly fragmented nature of her narrative, but from his patent effort to refrain from making an interruption.

She could sense the advent of a divination, the investigator was mentally sequencing the fragments and discarding the nonessentials of her storyline until they rendered an identifiable form. It was an elaborate yet instant process of classifaction, and the verdict was delivered with unquestionable certainty.

The proposed amendment on her psychological constitution was explained, but not defended; there would be no argument where this was concerned, she did not have the authority of science to refute his decision. It was forthwith determined a professional, comprehensive psychological evaluation would take place, arranged and admistered by the institution in which he was employed. From the outset, he could see she was a "very depressed person," and "possibly Asperger's Syndrome." New medication was prescribed, and audience with the young lady was requested at his earliest convenience.

A SHORT HISTORY OF MY DIAGNOSES (in revision):

You have clinical depression. Try Remeron (no thank you), Lexapro (see why teenagers should not take antidepressants), Celexa (Works lovely in multiple doses, take with spirits. Delicious shivers and good feelings all around.)
You have an eating disorder. Therapy with Mother Earth. Awwwwn.
You have Asperger's Syndrome. Take therapy with disgruntled Ivy League-reject. Check out some Abilify, Risperdal while you're at it, too.
Overdose Part 1! Emergency room visit...
You have Bipolar Disorder. Take Trileptal, Lamictal.
Pompous ass still creeping you out? Drop him. And the Pills. Then spend the whole summer waiting to get raped. (Never happens).
ESL psych with crazy hand gestures. Works surprisingly well, but the forces of evil will not be thwarted.....
Really shitty pathetic Overdose Part 2! Psych Ward take 1. Sleeping Pills (I really miss those) Cymbalta (80/57 blood pressure) Lithium Bicarbonate (Och, headache, nausea, am I pregnant?) Lithium Citrate (could you be the one?)
Act a complete ass in front of the Dean of Students and the Director of New Students.
Act a complete ass in front of Composition teacher.
Fifth psychotherapist.
Repeating, fifth psychotherapist.
I have no opinion of them anymore.
Second Psychiatrist.
You are ADD. Take some Adderall.
Here we go again......