Bullshit. Unpleasant people don’t send nice PMs that make people that feel better. They don’t have a philosophy of not saying mean things to people.
Your ex-therapist is a jerk of the highest order, and, like all jerks, you should pay absolutely no attention to them. Well, except maybe start spreading the word about how poorly that therapist treated you. My guess is that he couldn’t figure out how to help you, and thus decided to make it all your fault. IF you were still seeing him, I’d go for the classic out therapy the therapist defense: “Stop projecting your frustration about your inability to help me onto me. You need to own your inability to help, and follow your obligations as a therapist and help me find someone who can. You need to let go of your perfectionism and do your job.”
I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who has posted so sympathetically, and for the helpful suggestions. The Dope has many functions, and sometimes its most important is the comfort and support supplied by its members (and guests, now).
It’s repeated over and over that the Dope is no substitute for real life medical/legal solutions. Sod that. Over and over, I feel better because of what I read here. The Dope is therapeutic. Yes, you figuratively take your life in your hands when you disclose anything this personal because there are assholes who can make you feel bad, but the vast majority of you are wonderful.
I honestly believe that while psychiatry is capable of providing many solutions, it’s a long way from being able to cure all our mental ills. It will get there, but I think we’re talking decades before serious solutions will be found. I suffer from a mental illness, and it’s become clear to me that my problems are too deep seated and complex to be given anything more than palliative treatments. So the ‘comfort of strangers’ is important. I don’t have real life friends any more, and while Mrs Nine is amazingly tolerant and supportive, I don’t like to burden her with my problems. I know that wittering on about my personal stuff is not something you all should be subjected to, but sometimes it feels good to vent. So you lot are my dumping ground. Thank you.
Another one who’s been there, though for me it was music. I don’t know what happened but one day music, which had been a passion for my whole life, just got boring, as boring and pointless as everything else in my life. I went and tried to find new artists but it felt sort of like masturbating with a glove on. Or something else not entirely rewarding.
Don’t give up, maybe you’re not reading now despite thinking or believing you should be, but in time your mind will begin to hunger for literature… best thing to do now is stock up on food
