Well here we (I) am. It has been over a week I think.
Lots have changed in my mind but it has been difficult for me to process
through words. That is why I haven’t been blogging. I got kicked out of another
psychiatric practice because I didn’t like any of the therapists there. I am serious
though they were incredulously idiotic. The first therapist I was referred to
at this particular practice told me that in the year 1813 everyone walked from
one place to another, and in year 1913 most people still walked from one place
to another although a few road horses or took “buggies”. Then this intelligent
bastard tells me that 100 years later we are over sophisticated in that we sent
a rocket to the moon within the same decade as the creation of the “automobile”.
He told me to write. To write everything in my head on paper and bring it in
and if I didn’t have a journal of thoughts for him he wouldn’t talk to me. I
had to give him the point that his little theory about the rocket thing (that
he probably learned in his undergrad developmental psychology class and most
likely tells everyone of his patients) I told him I have written many journals
in the past and he said “no you haven’t, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting in front
of me”. Then I told him I have an online blog where I do exactly what he wanted
me to do and he said throw my computer out the window. I think this individual
must have been trained at the setting of movie “The Village” or something
because he was the most abnormal person I have ever met. I thought fuck you as
I walked out. I requested a different
therapist right away at the “new
patient scheduling desk” and this lovely receptionist referred me to a female
therapist she thought would be polar opposite to this horse riding dumb fuck.
Different she was. I walk into her office for the first
appointment and she just smiles and noticeably cocks her head to the side. She
of course asks the array of questions and as I answer them I glance above her
desk expecting to see her credentials but instead I see this class encasement
with about 10 “strawberry short cake” figure dolls (like the type that was
popular when I was 11 and she was 20). OMFG what kind of shit storm did I just
walk into? I was completely dumb founded. I shared my complete history with
this therapist because that is what I always do; I am always trustworthy of the
providers I see (except the 1913 horse riding idiot). After I tell this
therapist that I don’t really know my true diagnoses other than a history of an eating disorder, she says “yeah
it is difficult to diagnose sometimes but I am in therapy too for ADHD and I
take meds so I know how that goes”. What? She tells me she used to be on a
stimulant but that kept her awake at night so now she takes Strattera and
Pristiq and they seem to be doing well (big ass smile). I am sorry, she was a
nice person I just don’t want a therapist who tells me her own personal mental
health issues let alone even has them. So I go and I tell them I want another
therapist and in fact I want another psychiatrist. Well they are going to have
to get permission from the last psychiatrist I was seeing there first. Well
turns out no more therapists could see me there, and there was 1 out of the 9 psychiatrists
at the practice that was willing to see me. The prim little bitch who handed
all this information out to me on the phone was more than unprofessional, so me
having the “history I do” called this receptionist back and left a nice little
message for her and her practice saying they can all kiss my ass. That’s the
end. I have actually gone back to a psychiatrist I had about 3 years ago. She
is great.
Well my friends my writing is out of shape. I am tired. I
hope that is enough for now. I will try to write tomorrow too. J
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