It seems as if I’m ahem sorta outta psychiatry…if you do not know the back story my “friend” C who used to take me places called my very own therapist who used to pretend to be my best friend and told her God knows what about me. 2 Cop Cars showed up with lites flashing along with an appearance challenged old man with a clipboard. C and I had had a phone argument and now my very own BFF therapist was calling COPS on me. I had not threatened to hurt him or myself or even my “neighbor” who has moved at last, but, there they were. I sent them away w/o letting them in, then angrily called my therapist demanding to know what went on after squeeeeezing the info outta C that he did call my therapist. She defended herself in phone messages and then in PERSON last December saying she thought she did what was right. She would not meet me at a middle ground no matter how many chances I gave her because she was like, my BFF therapist, right? Naw.
So I fired her. Then my shrink wanted to be next and transfer me back to my old office near me. Fine. She said she’d contact her boss and it would be done but she sounded vague like she might only do it so I made another appointment with her which I kept by the way since I was never transferred or called. I had my second 7 minute appointment with her since being in the same room with me is not good to my well my ex-shrink. So now for “treatment” besides the pills, I have had TWO 7 minute appointments with Dr. Bitch and my pills renewed since last December. I saw Dr. Thang the first of the month. Memorial Day was yesterday. No call, nothing. Ms. thang, the shrink, told me to NOT make another appointment with her since the transfer WOULD BE DONE this time. I suggested that she talk to her boss in person instead of emailing him since he does not read his emails.
Later that day, after a perp filled long commute back “home” (yes I spent over 2 hours on pub transportation and walking and 7 bucks on goodies plus 5 for the bus/train for a 7 minute appointment) I called the office again and actually got a person. This young woman checked and said that indeed Dr. Thang had EMAILED her boss again. I have no “care”, which is OK by me except I’m addicted to the pills I started taking in 2011 after the perps made my life hell with demonic attacks.
So I could drink, do pot, etc to try and taper the pills when the prescription runs out. Free of psychiatry again. Woo Hoo. I thought Julie Greene was exaggerating when she spoke of her poor treatment by “mental health professionals”. Not really. Guess I’ve had pretty good ones up to this point…some dogs, but not as bad as what I’ve been going thru. Also they weighted the scale since I weighed 5 pounds more there than I did at home. I spent more time getting weighed and blood pressure than being seen by the Doktor.
V2k is threatening me not to post this.
P.S. C. and I were “back together” for awhile after that and he blamed ME for my therapist doing that saying she probably wanted to get rid of me anyway and then proceeded to tell my other “friend” about it. BFF therapist seemed a little cooler at the new office and sat behind a big desk and wore huge glasses and didn’t compliment me when I tried to dress up for sessions. Still, she had booked me 2 sessions in advance before C. called her.
PPS My landlady tried to call there to get me in trouble for gettin angry with a perp bum but they gave her the bum rush, telling her I was “being transferred”. Sure.
PPPS My BFF “therapist” who always laughed with me like I was funnier than TV has changed her number. I never tried to call her to get back together. A little overkill? Maybe the reptoids are giving her a big promotion for hurting me but I kept hearing patients being given reminder calls to see her as I waited for my 7 minute appointment with the Thang, so I think she is still a rank and file therapist.