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Steelcel
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I've been documenting my therapy experiences in posts lately, if any one wants to follow along:
Before this appointment I hadn't been to work in a few days, not because of Corona, I'm just too miserable and in too much mental pain to get out if bed.
The reception stacies where chatting and giggling with each other and the other women therapist. Imagine having a loud bubbly conversation in the waiting room infront of depressed and suisidal people.
They asked me to fill out a form about my current state and feelings. It was the same as the form from my first session, I'm guessing they felt like they wanted to see if I was making any progress JFL I'm in a worse place now then when I started therapy.
Filling out the form, all I could hear was the 2 receptionist chatting about where they were going with their BFs this weekend.
I got halfway through the form before I just stood up and walked over to the counter. In the most condescending tone the receptionist says " how'd you go? You get that form filled out mate? Seriously, talking to me like I'm a 6yo retarded child. I put the half filled out form on the counter and said "this is retarded, I'm not doing it.
I sat back down and waited for my appointment.
Apon entering the therapist office he handed me a tablet that had more questions about my current moid/feelings, i got angry and just told him
"I'm fucking bad, that's how I'm fucking doing, if I was ok I wouldn't be here"
He started asking me about what has me so upset this week, what happened at home? What happened at work?
I tell him, "nothing is wrong at work or at hone. I'm upset about the same thing we've talked about in the last 6 sessions, I'm alone, miserable, 29yo kissless virgin and I'm never going to experience love or sex and it's destroying me.
We proceed to just talk in circles, literally everything he suggests I do I have already tried, going out, making friends, socialising and joining groups.
I have friends, I'm in clubs and groups, I socialize. I just tell him he is literally incapable of understanding what I'm going through, he conceded, admitted that he doesn't and that he's been doing a lot of preperation and research before he has appointments with me as well as consulting his superiors.
He tried to set up further appointments with me but I told him to just forget it. I got up and walked out half way through the session, when I get to my car, I see him waving me down, he runs over to give me sone bullshit cards for suicide hot line and "Mens line". He knows I have nembutal and I'm ready to die so I guess he doesn't want a clients death on his record, although it's not like any one would know I was seeing a him.
And that is the story of my therapy experiences.
Bigest waste of time and money NGL
Before this appointment I hadn't been to work in a few days, not because of Corona, I'm just too miserable and in too much mental pain to get out if bed.
The reception stacies where chatting and giggling with each other and the other women therapist. Imagine having a loud bubbly conversation in the waiting room infront of depressed and suisidal people.
They asked me to fill out a form about my current state and feelings. It was the same as the form from my first session, I'm guessing they felt like they wanted to see if I was making any progress JFL I'm in a worse place now then when I started therapy.
Filling out the form, all I could hear was the 2 receptionist chatting about where they were going with their BFs this weekend.
I got halfway through the form before I just stood up and walked over to the counter. In the most condescending tone the receptionist says " how'd you go? You get that form filled out mate? Seriously, talking to me like I'm a 6yo retarded child. I put the half filled out form on the counter and said "this is retarded, I'm not doing it.
I sat back down and waited for my appointment.
Apon entering the therapist office he handed me a tablet that had more questions about my current moid/feelings, i got angry and just told him
"I'm fucking bad, that's how I'm fucking doing, if I was ok I wouldn't be here"
He started asking me about what has me so upset this week, what happened at home? What happened at work?
I tell him, "nothing is wrong at work or at hone. I'm upset about the same thing we've talked about in the last 6 sessions, I'm alone, miserable, 29yo kissless virgin and I'm never going to experience love or sex and it's destroying me.
We proceed to just talk in circles, literally everything he suggests I do I have already tried, going out, making friends, socialising and joining groups.
I have friends, I'm in clubs and groups, I socialize. I just tell him he is literally incapable of understanding what I'm going through, he conceded, admitted that he doesn't and that he's been doing a lot of preperation and research before he has appointments with me as well as consulting his superiors.
He tried to set up further appointments with me but I told him to just forget it. I got up and walked out half way through the session, when I get to my car, I see him waving me down, he runs over to give me sone bullshit cards for suicide hot line and "Mens line". He knows I have nembutal and I'm ready to die so I guess he doesn't want a clients death on his record, although it's not like any one would know I was seeing a him.
And that is the story of my therapy experiences.
Bigest waste of time and money NGL