np01 wrote:so Ideally:
step 1 : call you to beat father
step 2: cease contact with father, maintain with mother
step 3: get insurance and job / back in school
step 4: speak to psychologist, old therapist, and a better psychiatrist than the $#%^ one that just wrote me off as treatment resistant.
is that aboot right?
In my papers it says that I need an experienced psychologist, as most people with an emotionally unstable personality do. Students and other mediocre psychologists will mess up badly when they first mess up, so I can't just have any random schmuck, especially not a "therapist" quack who goes "D'awww, I feel so sorry for you," as if I want their meaningless pity, which frankly I take offense to, or their "Have you tried lighting candles, putting on a sweet song, and thought of happy thoughts," as if I need superficial aid, pampering, or more escapism than I already indulge in.
I had access to the largest university hospital in Northern Europe at the time I was diagnosed, but now, I live in a secluded part of the country where the closest thing to an experienced psychologist is the head
psychiatrist at the nearest hospital, and he's stressed the fact that he's not a
psychologist. I keep him entertained for about an hour, once every three weeks. I should go once a week, but he's a busy man. It borders what I require, but I manage.
If you're like Casper, where you get all cuddly wubbly with your shrink (paraphrase), and/or you're prone to suicidal gestures, and/or make your psychologist's life a living hell, none of which I'm prone to do, then yeah, you definitely need an experienced psychologist, more so than I do, and in my papers it's been stressed in bold and underline. That's to point out just how much you need someone who knows their s***. I mean if I need it, you can imagine how much you do. Which is not to say that you're sicker than me, but that in this specific area you might need more attention. Let's face it, I would beat the $#%^ out of your dad, heck I beat the $#%^ out of mine, so I might be sicker, but I'm emotionally distant from my shrink, so I might be easier to deal with there.
That said, I live in Scandinavia where mental illnesses are actually considered to be illnesses, illnesses that often but not necessarily have a negative impact on crime, and economy, and our government are obligated to help us, not just out of humanitarian reasons, but because they, or we rather, are aware of the fact (more so than in North America) that we profit a hell of a lot more by aiding and guiding people to become constructive members of society than robbing them of those rights. I don't get food stamps because I get paid $2000-3000 a month in welfare. They are obligated to make sure that I have access to a roof over my head and electricity so I don't freeze to death, to a bathroom so I can take a $#%^, a shower so I can keep myself clean, food so I don't starve, a fridge so my food don't go sour, and medical attention so that I in general don't ######6 die. I don't need life insurance because hospitals are obligated to offer me aid at any cost, and our government has to pay the bill. How screwed are you if you live in North America? I don't know, but I can imagine that you're proper screwed, because to me it always sounds like North America is a snake pit.
I would not stay in touch with my mother, neither. And I don't.
But, ok, let's try to be realistic.
1. Cease contact with your father, stay somewhat in touch with your mother.
2. Get a proper, experienced psychologist, preferably one of the same sex if you're prone to getting emotionally close to the opposite sex.
How would those two work?