I know, it's been a while since I've blogged...
Yesterday I was thinking about my search for a adequate counselor/psychiatrist and how much time has been wasted going over the same things with people who claim a different approach but really do the same things everyone else in their field does. It is ironic and completely lame. I have filled out worksheet after worksheet asking about my family history, hobbies/habits, and reasons for seeking mental help... Of course every damn time I go in for a session I have "walk through" the worksheet with the counselor. AHHH!
Yes, I have a family history of mental issues.
No, I am not in a relationship and I am not sexually active. (Not by choice...)
Yes, I get along with my mum just fine.
Yes, I am fine just having a superficial relationship with my father.
No, my sister and I haven't always gotten along. We are in the process of fixing that.
Yes, I have hurt myself. I am a cutter. What are you going to do about it? Nothing? I thought so...
YES I've thought about suicide. Unfortunately my plan was thwarted when all the "fun" prescriptions were thrown out.
NO I don't think my current medication is working all that well.
NO I am not dealing with my deteriorating health...at all.
Usually by the time we get through the worksheet my hour is up and I have already decided to never see that particular asshat ever again. Thanks for wasting my time.
I suppose the thing I liked about Alice, my counselor from the University of Michigan, was that we started with the present. I described my current feelings and situation and we worked backwards a little for context. No going through some worksheet line by line (even though I filled one out in the waiting room). It's a little hard to discuss the past when you can't get beyond the present. It seems to me that I might have a better initial attitude if the session didn't begin with a review of my medical/mental/family history; I'd be willing to wait an extra 10 minutes if it meant someone could go through my file BEFORE my session began.
That, however, would be too logical. Too perfect.
Pssssh...and I'm supposed to be the crazy one.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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