mariaimdrunk
Recruit
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- Joined
- Nov 12, 2017
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Yes, I'm sure the therapist will bless me with a wide social circle of caring friends and a girlfriend who loves me. A big dick too. Not only will that happen, but the effects of years of isolation will be wiped clean and I will be a smiling fool wherever I go.
The reality is this: There is nothing a therapist can do but apply buzzwords to your mental state, feed you platitudes that you've already heard, and refer you to a psychiatrist. If you're lucky, you can get placed on an antidepressant that is either a placebo or something that will make you fucked up and distant in a bad way.
I hate the goddamn mystique that surrounds therapy like it's some kind of magic wave-the-pendulum-and-viola cure-all; like I'll come out of that office and say "woah, dude, my negative thoughts were just a self-fulfilling prophecy all along. I need to call my mother and tell her I love her!"
Fuck.
The reality is this: There is nothing a therapist can do but apply buzzwords to your mental state, feed you platitudes that you've already heard, and refer you to a psychiatrist. If you're lucky, you can get placed on an antidepressant that is either a placebo or something that will make you fucked up and distant in a bad way.
I hate the goddamn mystique that surrounds therapy like it's some kind of magic wave-the-pendulum-and-viola cure-all; like I'll come out of that office and say "woah, dude, my negative thoughts were just a self-fulfilling prophecy all along. I need to call my mother and tell her I love her!"
Fuck.