I knew I had a problem. I had known for a while, honestly. I just kept showing up to rounds, yipping it around the greens, and telling myself I'd figure it out eventually. Eventually became a long time coming. So I finally went online and looked for someone local. Found a PGA pro at a nearby muni, booked a session, and when I reached out to explain what was going on, I didn't call it the yips. I said I had "issues with chipping." In golf, that's usually enough to get the conversation started without having to go into the full embarrassing details. Looking back, the fact that I couldn't even bring myself to say the word "yips" was its own red flag, a blocker I didn't fully understand until much later. But at the time, "chipping problem" felt like the honest and appropriately vague description of what was happening to me. We met on a quiet afternoon at the practice green. Nobody else around. I'd get into why that mattered a lot more...