Going to see one’s psychiatrist is never fun.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but I hate it. It, generally speaking, is a degrading experience. It isn’t helpful, either - I mean, not really.
Today I went in to ask about my options, that is, what things might be like if I were to stop taking medication completely.
I don’t really know how it happened, but somehow I finally stumbled across the magic words that make these people sit up and take notice. It might sound a bit mean, but I don’t generally find my shrink all that helpful, and I most certainly don’t think he takes me very seriously.
But apparently, the words ’self harm’ will do it for anyone.
This guy never pulls out my file, but as soon as the words slipped out, it was all business. Which means he actually bothers to take out my file and write notes. It also means more medication, and having to see him again in a week.
It also means he’s been scaring the crap out of me by explaining the benefits of lithium. My father is a registered nurse and he was pretty adamant that as a mood stabiliser, he would strongly advise against me taking it. For the meantime, I can take a lot more of my current mood stabiliser. Isn’t modern medicine fun?
