Society's Doctor (Part 1)

I'm sitting in the waiting room,
A check-up appointment with Society.
The place seems nice enough...
On the outside.
The posters on the wall say:
"Individuality," "Diversity," and "Express Yourself."
I enter the doctor's office.
"Hello, I'm the doctor;
I'm here to diagnose you.
I'm only here to help."
And the following are the final test results:

I catch on to things quicker than the average person:
I have autism.

Other things take me a few tries to understand:
I'm retarded.

I like to think out loud:
I am a schizophrenic.

I like to keep myself organized:
I have OCD.

But sometimes I can leave a mess:
I have ADD.

And I have a lot of emotional problems, too.

I cry when I'm really upset:
I have depression.

I stand up for myself:
I have anger issues.

I also like to be happy, humorous, and active:
I have ADHD.

Of course, I express all of these emotions:
Bipolar.

So much for the posters on the wall.