Went to the psychologist today, I had written hundreds of paragraphs containing all of my negative thoughts on my phone to show her because I wasn't able to express my hate and my traumas so far. And actually it ended with her not wanting to read all these even if I said I could share the document for her to read what's in my mind, she said "the only support would be you talking to me face to face, there's no point in reading notes" So I just told her I was depressed, compulsive and traumatized by my teenage experience. At the end, she said I was fine with my expression, she didn't need to know all the details and prescribed me some SSRI's.
My mother, who I am forced to tell what happened each time I go to the psychiatrist, started acting paranoid and make lots of researches about the SSRI's I was given for my anxiety, told my father about it and started writing an email to my psychiatrist to have a conversation with her. My mother knows I'm anxious but knows nothing about the rest. I hope she never gets to know about my depression, neurodivergence, etc.
I would be better off if my parents just stopped controlling me, I know what I'm doing.
My mother, who I am forced to tell what happened each time I go to the psychiatrist, started acting paranoid and make lots of researches about the SSRI's I was given for my anxiety, told my father about it and started writing an email to my psychiatrist to have a conversation with her. My mother knows I'm anxious but knows nothing about the rest. I hope she never gets to know about my depression, neurodivergence, etc.
I would be better off if my parents just stopped controlling me, I know what I'm doing.
