SpAzpieSweeTot said:
They don't care about simple paraphernalia, anymore. What turns one on, turns one on, and there's a wide range of tastes. They don't care what you sample from the buffet, as long as it's not such a life-suck as to be a problem. If it is a problem in one's day to day life, which the shrink might think it is, if one doesn't make himself or herself perfectly clear, then the patient gets diagnosed. Do not go in there blabbing about your ABDLness right off the bat! Your therapist might think that's why you're there, and give you crazy papers.
That's one of the reasons why I don't go anymore to begin with. In the past, I've had to go in mandatorily due to being on State at various times...well, you can guess that one out, I had to find it out the bad way: one week, they tell you you're bipolar and that they will start you on meds, the next week they tell you "We never told you you were bipolar" (
that's when I started taking a micro tape recorder with me and shot them down on a few occasions); another time, one of their counselors took a soapbox during the session and told me exactly what he thought about me...and it wasn't meant to be clinical...he was insulting and brutal. Three weeks later, he was out on his ear and lost his psych license forever, for banging a client. Then I got called in for an emergency visit with the psychiatrist, so I raced in..."Oh, no, she had to fly to Chicago, her apartment caught fire!"
That was the last straw. I snapped...I walked to a gas station, bought a water, went behind the station, downed 20 Prozacs and 20 Tegretols. 20 minutes later, I chickened out, called 911. They took me to the hospital, 2 blocks away.
The 'care' of that psychiatric facility (
not the hospital) was inconsistent, to put it mildly...utterly chaotic. The hospital staffer wanted to know why I tried to commit suicide, so I told them...they were aghast when I was finished. I got referred to another place, somewhat better...but still inconsistent because I wasn't a civil service worker or worked for the Big Employer. My insurance was, literally, junk. Many of you know that already, regardless of where you are.