What's the worst thing a psychiatrist has said to you?...

[Locut0s]

Maybe worst isn't the right word as it preassumes that what was said was in and of itself a negative thing. What I mean is of the things that psychiatrists have said to you what had the largest immediate negative impact, made you feel the worst, regardless of whether it was the truth or not or was or was not the right thing to say.

Had my second visit with my new psychiatrist today and I'm not feeling that good afterwards but I'm not sure if it's him or me. I get the feeling that he's of the opinion that I'm a big 30 yr old man child who needs to grow up and there is indeed some truth to this. He said that he will decide at our next visit what form of therapy I should take, talk or group therapy of some sort seems to be at the top but he did make the point of saying that it would not be "comfortable". I believe he said this cause I have the habit of running away to comforting things all my life, and hence never having grown up properly. Anyway not sure what to do right now. Like previous psychs he seems little condescending at times and I get the feeling I'm being viewed as an immature child. But then in some ways I think that really is my problem. :'(

Wanting to drink it still a big issue, I DID have some to drink the other night again. Sigh anyway.....

[HereSince1628]

2. Worst? A psychiatrist went into a reverie fantasizing about boners.

She was talking about side effects of aripiprazole (Abilify). She went on and on about priapism (erections that don't go away). It initially made me uncomfortable, then I realized she was perversely getting off on that.

After I filled the prescription, I read two pages of prescribing information provided by the pharmacy...priapism wasn't mentioned. So it isn't considered a common side-effect. Being assigned to a person that used their job to feed her perversion really pissed me off.

Almost worse? When asked how things were going, I told a psychiatrist I wasn't really feeling better after taking prozac for a month and a half and after two months of talk-therapy. His response was telling me to get out of the clinic as I clearly didn't find them useful.

I stuck with the clinic, but ended up assigned to the aforementioned pervert.


on edit: You might want to google on the power of emotion in therapy.

[libodem]

3. Sorry about the self delete

I felt uncomfortable after I told the only story I had that fit the bill. Maybe I even saw myself through the shrink's eyes for a minute and felt a little exposed. It wasn't even my doctor but my exhusband's. It was at least 40 years ago.

I think that sometimes therapy needs to be a little uncomfortable. Shrinks need to help one dig out from under, ineffective coping mechanisms, that make one feel like, someone taking an infant's security blanket. It can be down right painful. With the right support that pain can be cathartic. If it were easy it wouldn't be necessary.

[Tobin S.]

4. My first psychiatrist said this to me about 2 minutes into our first session

"Has it occurred to you that you are not a very nice person?"

If he had been a better doctor he would have realized that something definitely was not right in my head and I wasn't trying to be an asshole. It's called psychosis. You'd think it would be very apparent to a guy who spent 8 years studying how to treat it.

He prescribed an anti-depressant and told me to come back in a month. That anti-depressant was like bringing a squirt gun to a three alarm fire. I did not go back. I was 23 then. I would not get proper treatment until I was 30. That bastard cost me 7 years.

[hunter]

5. ??? I'm not a "nice" person. I never will be. You are, Tobin.

An initial anti-depressant prescription often sets the stage for a subsequent diagnosis of "bipolar." I've got family experience with that.

[Tobin S.]

7. You are kinder than you give yourself credit for.

That doctor wanted to call me an asshole, and I didn't really say anything that deserved it. Not the best bedside manner. Then when you consider the fact that I was obviously crazy even to people who didn't know me, well, it was just bad luck, I guess, that I didn't get a better doctor on the first go around.

[hunter]

6. I'm never going to "grow up" but group therapy has been helpful to me.

I'm resilient and I've learned to take chances. The beaker doesn't scare me. I've tried all sorts of meds.

But pay no attention if this is a life-or-death situation. I've experienced THAT second-person but not first person. My OCD always trumps the dark nothingness.

At my very worst dumpster-diving feral human state I choose to continue. I think I got that from my crazy rocket-scientist grandpa who lived 90+ years even though he was often very seriously fucked up in the head in any situation outside engineering or during World War II getting other fucked up engineers and scientists out of jail. "We'll take it from here, Sheriff, he's no longer your problem..." with a big military car and a driver waiting at the curb. A handsome eccentric lunatic my grandpa was, contributor to the Apollo project, parts he made or designed are on the moon and in the Smithsonian.

He did have a few girlfriends after my grandma passed, even in the nursing homes. Maybe that was his motivation. He was always good for a very wild ride... far more interesting than me picking hairs out of my face or writing useless code. At least my feral dogs love me unconditionally, even when my extended family and friends sometimes lose patience.

My other crazy grandpa went into the dark nothingness soon after he retired. He worked in the shipyards during World War II, a conscientious objector building Liberty and Victory ships. Ships were his career. There were plenty of people who would have accepted him as he was, the good, the bad, and the ugly, but he couldn't see that.



So I had three grandparents who were wizards with metal, my cop-biting crazy bag lady hoarder grandma who never understood anything but dogs, horses, horny sailors, and hot metal, and one "normal" grandmother who died early of something she did not deserve.

I don't know what that means.

Random stuff.

[Neoma]

8. After telling one about abuse.

He goes off about forgiveness.

[moriah]

10. I would have walked out.

Not cool.

[Neoma]

11. Not his job either.

[moriah]

9. The psychiatrist in the inpatient stay this week tagged me as having Borderline Personality Disorder

It pissed me off, because yes, I know in females who present with suicidal ideation it's a rule-out diagnosis, but it's already been ruled out in my case by a previous facility because I have never *threatened* suicide, especially not to get my way, never cut, I leave people first if I think they're going to leave me instead of clinging on, I don't feel chronically "empty", and the only parts of the BPD list I really meet are things about being extra-sensitive to criticism (though I retreat rather than respond with anger) and the fact I can overspend and am a recovering bulimic.

(Yes, I went inpatient Sunday night, got out Thursday, this is the first I've really had the energy to get on the computer.)

If I have any personality disorder, I meet the qualifications for Avoidant Personality Disorder far more strongly, and have a more appropriate history -- while I was molested twice, I was bullied far worse... two concussions and a broken arm in a year, and I forgot how many pairs of my glasses were broken.