In other words, she’s a fruitcake.
Welcome to a world in which complete idiocy is “normalized.”
All in the name of “diversity.”
Anyway, you’ll have to excuse me now. I’m taking my wall clock out to a romantic candlelit dinner.
I wouldn’t go that far, her brain has convinced herself that her legs are basically tumors. The correct treatment is behavior modification. Any doctor that gives into a delusion is not being helpful. This goes for GID as well.