I have no choice. Since I’m on psychological disability (or rather, I was forced by various parental forces into acquiring the “disabled” status as punishment for living a normal life and being happy – long story) I’m required to be under the care of a medical doctor, in this case a psychiatrist. So it’s a catch-22 situation – I’m required to retain the services of a shrink, even though psychiatry is clearly a scam; indeed, my current “crazy” status was created out of whole cloth by a wicked, prejudiced, sociopathic psychiatrist, who would actually LAUGH IN MY FACE when I told him about traumatic childhood events; I think he was homophobic, which is odd because he himself was Jewish, 'nuff said.
These scumbags are lower than drug dealers and sex offenders, in my opinion…if you don’t have an issue, they WILL give you one, and make you PAY for it! For example, my former evil shrink first had me convinced that my father had sexually molested me as a young child, and that was the source of all my problems, and for a long time he taught me how to feel bad about myself and play the “victim” role (never mind that my father, ironically, turned out to be a genuine pedophile…but he prefers girls, not boys.) And please don’t claim this asshole was one bad apple spoiling the whole bunch – studies like the Rosenhan Experiment PROVE that psychiatry is a total scam, totally based on guesswork.
For what it’s worth, my “current” shrink (as opposed to my talk therapist, who I have a very good relationship with) is about the best I could hope for; he’s one of the few genuine psychiatrists who will recommend alternative medicine, such as fish oil for depression (which didn’t work out) or marijuana (which he doesn’t condone for bipolar disorder, even though it clearly works in my case) – still, I’m very circumspect about what I tell him, and so far he’s respecting that boundary. But he still keeps trying to hook me on dangerous expensive meds, dammit.
The really bizarre thing is, as soon as I stopped seeing Mr. Evil Shrink (mainly because he moved out of town and became semi-retired), KGSMom immediately stopped paying my psychiatric bills. It’s as if, in her mind, she only wanted me to see one particular shrink, and no one else. I’m starting to wonder if they were having an affair or something.
But hey, I’m still a bit crazy. Everybody’s a bit crazy; they just won’t admit it to themselves, that’s all.