So I have stumbled into a little bit of a pickle with Therapist. I am sure like any other relationship that you have had for 3 years, tension will build, some nasty remarks are made, and you end up in a bit of a quarrel. The only problem is when it is your therapist, she has the power to lock your bottom up in an asylum so you can bounce off the walls in your brand new jacket, that surprisingly doesn't let your hands come out the other side but end up behind your back. I mean I like to bounce off my own walls and wear my own not so fashionable clothes in my own house. I don't need to be given a new location to do that.
When you get loud with your therapist, now you are aggressive. If you don't agree with them, you are oppositional-defiant. If you don't have friends, you are suffering from social isolation. If you like sex and to spend money you are maniac. If you tell them you are not happy with where you go to school, then you are depressed and just can't see how great things are. I mean I am happy when I go home, when I go to other cities, I am even happy when I don't have school and stay in town. So situational depression is hard to identify when you are in a situation that lasts about half a decade.
So to prove how sane I am to my therapist and prevent getting locked up. She slapped some drugs on me to control me in order to prevent putting me in an asylum but now I have to see her all the time. So due to crazy school scheduling, I have to meet her at the crack of dawn. So I am late and she calls me a flake. I disagree with her because she has been late before...mistake number one, now I am labeled as oppositional-defiant. I decided to reach out to others to show I didn't have social isolation. I chose the headmaster of the school. That didn't go so well, I ended up yelling at him...uh-oh is that aggressive? Then they are like hey why don't we take a trip to the local hospital (cough cough asylum). I am like can't I am traveling across the country for a weekend...damn that just comes off as looking manic, although I had bought that ticket a while ago. Then my Headmaster expresses his doubts about me continuing in the program...so I start to get teary eyed (ok I was crying)...now they got me for depression! Damn CheckMate...the people at my school are professionals they have gotten everything to make it seem like I am completely off my nutter.
But wait I was lucky enough to have a sanity check by talking to people that actually know me and not just glimpses of me from halls or through completely loaded questions.
Honestly, my school and those associated with it (Therapist, Headmaster, professor that knows a lot and can't teach (oh wait that is practically all of them)) are my sources of stress, my anxiety, and my depression. But I don't have clinical depression because it has to persist for two weeks. Oh they are sorry I have internet access and can look up DSM-IV criteria. So I won't let my Therapist convince me I am crazy, insane, mad, loony, wacky, bonkers, or loco.
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