Once I said to my therapist "I'm sure you hear this kind of thing all the time", and she said "No, this is like top 5".
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my surgeon wanted me to donate my body for research. he retired before i died (we expected me to survive ten years something like thirty years ago) but there's a small corpus of research out there on me. seven or eight papers from various doctors. it's kinda weird.
Are you still alive?
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Are you still alive?
some of me
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my surgeon wanted me to donate my body for research. he retired before i died (we expected me to survive ten years something like thirty years ago) but there's a small corpus of research out there on me. seven or eight papers from various doctors. it's kinda weird.
he retired before i died
I had to read that twice, but yeah, it does make sense.
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No, I've had similar experiences. If your experiences/perspectives are considerably outside the norm, many "shrinks" - who likely are among "the norm" - just don't get it. Never mind there's always some who are just there for the money - my mother was quite happy with hers because he told her what she wanted to hear, which ultimately caused more harm than good.
EDIT: Political/religious leanings also often play into how things go.
Absolutely this, I had one assigned therapist/* who really turned my life around and it was all because she'd been through the meat grinder when she was younger too.
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^ This is a person using OCD as an insult and helping to spread ableist language.
wrote last edited by [email protected]Oh, get over yourself. It was in no way an insult unless you're looking for it to be one. We all have our challenges - some more significant than others, of course - which makes being able to laugh at ourselves an important means of relieving the stress of those challenges.
I have ADD, depression, & some other mental challenges of my own. My spouse has several physical health issues (which cause additional mental health issues). Nobody understands or cares & we just have to deal with it.
I get the sensitivity to an extent, but you need to learn to distinguish between malicious intent versus those just trying not to take things too seriously (or in this case, trying to encourage someone else not to). None of us are perfect, and that includes you.
The important thing is that we try our best to not only get through this crappy excuse for a life ourselves, but also to help others do so when we can. My attempt to inject some mild humor into a situation where someone was being a bit overly condescending, while also having fun with the accidental double-post of a comment was just that - some light-heated poking of fun at something being taken too seriously.
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Also I wonder is that spelling intentional pedant bait? Probably not, but it is in my head canon
wrote last edited by [email protected]Also I wonder if you're so deeply insecure that you spend your time trying to find ways to look down upon others to momentarily make yourself feel smug and superior. The problem with that approach is that it's like being addicted to drugs: the effect doesn't last, and becomes weaker every time - so you wind up doing it more and more in a pointless effort to regain the same high as the first time you did it, which only serves to make you seem like more and more of an asshole.
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I was describing my insane in-laws for the record.
I'm probably the most introverted client mine has ever had.
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I'm probably the most introverted client mine has ever had.
You just go there to sit for an hour and then go home to wait for the bill to arrive too?
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I was describing my insane in-laws for the record.
wrote last edited by [email protected]I briefly went to a therapist 30 years ago. Like many people who go, I was worried that they wouldn't think I was actually depressed and wouldn't give me anything or do anything for me. I needn't have worried, as the guy hadn't listened to me for more than two minutes before he said "we need to get you on Prozac." He had me meet with their staff psychiatrist who turned out to be a 70-year-old Cuban. This guy just rambled for an hour without ever asking me any questions; at one point he actually said "back in Cuba, we had a lot of problems with the blacks - you call them n*****s here" which was pretty eye-opening (keep in mind this was a counseling service run by the state university I was attending at the time - and this was the 1990s, not the Jim Crow era). After I got my prescription I mentioned this comment to the therapist and he just rolled his eyes. It was obvious that they kept this guy around for his ability to prescribe drugs and for no other reason.
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This would be a great setup for a dark comedy.
Or a straight-up horror film. Just think about the incentive this creates.
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he retired before i died
I had to read that twice, but yeah, it does make sense.
Yup, me too.
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I was describing my insane in-laws for the record.
At this point, when they ask, I reply with, "Have you seen The Bear? Season 1, Christmas Dinner? Let's let that simmer."
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When I was in therapy my therapist said she could write a paper on me. This was flattering but also hmmm.
The first time I saw a psychiatrist, she asked if she could hug me.
It was cool with me, so I accepted. She seemed truly moved, and although I can hypothesize as to why, but I don't think I'll ever actually know.
It does make me think I should write a book sometime.
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You just go there to sit for an hour and then go home to wait for the bill to arrive too?
I arrive with two steam decks
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my surgeon wanted me to donate my body for research. he retired before i died (we expected me to survive ten years something like thirty years ago) but there's a small corpus of research out there on me. seven or eight papers from various doctors. it's kinda weird.
wrote last edited by [email protected]Wow, that's actually really cool. Information from you is helping doctors further their understanding of the human body. You're making a positive contribution to the world just by existing. That's awesome.
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I briefly went to a therapist 30 years ago. Like many people who go, I was worried that they wouldn't think I was actually depressed and wouldn't give me anything or do anything for me. I needn't have worried, as the guy hadn't listened to me for more than two minutes before he said "we need to get you on Prozac." He had me meet with their staff psychiatrist who turned out to be a 70-year-old Cuban. This guy just rambled for an hour without ever asking me any questions; at one point he actually said "back in Cuba, we had a lot of problems with the blacks - you call them n*****s here" which was pretty eye-opening (keep in mind this was a counseling service run by the state university I was attending at the time - and this was the 1990s, not the Jim Crow era). After I got my prescription I mentioned this comment to the therapist and he just rolled his eyes. It was obvious that they kept this guy around for his ability to prescribe drugs and for no other reason.
I didn't know Hulk Hogan was a Therapist
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I was describing my insane in-laws for the record.
Unfortunately, the ethical implications of this would be troubling. Refunds would have the effect of reinforcing whatever the patient did that session. If doing or making up wild stuff is what gets you a free session, some people are going to realize that. If other patients catch wind of one person getting a refund, they may end up doing and saying wilder things, too. Patients' best interests would take a backseat to the entertainment of the therapist, and that's pretty messed up if you think about it.
Yeah, ethical therapy person gotta ruin the fun. Sorry guys. But there is potential in a refund model. It could go far if it's used to reward positive things, like putting the most effort into working out an issue, or making the most personal growth over a period of time.
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Some of those crystal doms are real good, hot wax, rope, the whole bit. All my mommy issues were resolved in 6 sessions
Damme, dama, lady... I believed that "damme" was right (a game manufactured by Chinese used "Damme" in english)
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I was describing my insane in-laws for the record.
wrote last edited by [email protected]When I used to smoke, I started bumping into this therapist in D.C. outside my building on a busy street downtown. She had actively tried to get on some Bachelor-esque reality show (it may have actually been The Bachelor). Eventually, she told me about the time she pissed in a boss's coffee mug. Or my favorite: the time she did blood magic to prevent rain from ruining her and her friends' beach weekend. She eventually said she needed to stop meeting me for smoke breaks, because she was dating someone, and if we kept it up, "she would take what she wanted." Therapists, man. Definitely very stable.
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Also I wonder if you're so deeply insecure that you spend your time trying to find ways to look down upon others to momentarily make yourself feel smug and superior. The problem with that approach is that it's like being addicted to drugs: the effect doesn't last, and becomes weaker every time - so you wind up doing it more and more in a pointless effort to regain the same high as the first time you did it, which only serves to make you seem like more and more of an asshole.
Oh, thanks! Now, I understand these stupid assholes in my life...
