Venting Fuck psychiatrists and social workers

[jr331199]

Just got off the phone after a session with my therapist and I'm so upset that I don't know what to say.

Yesterday I felt extremely upset after an appointment with my psychiatrist

The whole session today was just her talking about how the medication I take will reduce symptoms and will be added until I have a therapeutic dosage. If they up my dosage on my antidepressant and ADHD stimulant, then MAYBE my psychiatrist that she's working together with will eliminate my antipsychotics.

All these meds do absolutely nothing to me but give me more side effects like anhedonia, sedative effects, headaches, nausea, memory loss, questionable sex drive. I'm genuinely not the same person I was before I took those damned antipsychotics and SSRIs.

What triggered me the most was her condescending inflections in her voice. She asked me what did I truly want? Do I want to go back to my heller hole of a country than this hell hole of a country I live in? What the fuck do you think? The look I see in her eyes that I know she's tired of explaining to patients over and over again that psychiatric medication is beneficial, reduces symptoms and eventually helps. She's listened to so many patients but never truly heard any of them. Most of these social workers and psychiatrists truly underestimate the poor quality of life post-medication.

I feel bad talking bad about her, because she's probably tired after back-to-back appointments. That doesn't change my mind at all about our "mental health intervention" system. Fucked up.

What's upsetting me the most is when she asked me with a certain tone to her voice "what do you really want? Tell me and I will help you!". It hurt me so much because at that point I realize I genuinely have no hope left in me. No more hope left to live, no more hope left in this fucked up system. I just know if I voiced out my aching desire to leave this world, I'll be put somewhere that will make me feel lonelier, I'll be put in a place where they'll feed more medicine that makes me even more sick down my throat.

Throughout writing this, I just thought: maybe I am the problem here.

 

[Withered]

It's a very odd thing in our world that those who can help others are the ones least likely to do so. Psychiatrists and therapists to senators and presidents—no one who can actually help you cares about you.

 

[Bootleg Astolfo]

Yeah but like, actually fixing your problems would meant they'd have to do efforts ! Why do that when they can just shove random ass drugs down your throat and blame you for the side effects !

 

[LittleMagician]

Just got off the phone after a session with my therapist and I'm so upset that I don't know what to say.

Yesterday I felt extremely upset after an appointment with my psychiatrist

The whole session today was just her talking about how the medication I take will reduce symptoms and will be added until I have a therapeutic dosage. If they up my dosage on my antidepressant and ADHD stimulant, then MAYBE my psychiatrist that she's working together with will eliminate my antipsychotics.

All these meds do absolutely nothing to me but give me more side effects like anhedonia, sedative effects, headaches, nausea, memory loss, questionable sex drive. I'm genuinely not the same person I was before I took those damned antipsychotics and SSRIs.

What triggered me the most was her condescending inflections in her voice. She asked me what did I truly want? Do I want to go back to my heller hole of a country than this hell hole of a country I live in? What the fuck do you think? The look I see in her eyes that I know she's tired of explaining to patients over and over again that psychiatric medication is beneficial, reduces symptoms and eventually helps. She's listened to so many patients but never truly heard any of them. Most of these social workers and psychiatrists truly underestimate the poor quality of life post-medication.

I feel bad talking bad about her, because she's probably tired after back-to-back appointments. That doesn't change my mind at all about our "mental health intervention" system. Fucked up.

What's upsetting me the most is when she asked me with a certain tone to her voice "what do you really want? Tell me and I will help you!". It hurt me so much because at that point I realize I genuinely have no hope left in me. No more hope left to live, no more hope left in this fucked up system. I just know if I voiced out my aching desire to leave this world, I'll be put somewhere that will make me feel lonelier, I'll be put in a place where they'll feed more medicine that makes me even more sick down my throat.

Throughout writing this, I just thought: maybe I am the problem here.

Keep you sedated so they don't have to spend time actually helping you. Incredible job therapists, tax money well spent

 

[http-410]

Sorry you had to deal with someone like that. Unfortunately, I'm not surprised. As soon as their cookie-cutter advice doesn't work, they become dismissive and blame you for it not working. Can you change psychiatrists? Personally, I've given up dealing with psychiatrists, but that doesn't mean there aren't competent ones out there somewhere.

 

[JesiBel]

Yes, it's really annoying. They just pump you full of pills to mask reality, as if they were something magical. At least here, seeing mental health professionals is too expensive. They should at least listen to everything you say; that's their job, that's what they trained for. But they only care about money at the end of each session. I seriously hate them. Incompetent and useless. You're not the problem, it's how this damn system is designed.