I'll try to keep this as short as possible:
My mom made me go into the city today (Kansas City) without my knowledge of--though I suspected it--to the psychopath's hospital to see a shrink. First off, I had horrible panic attacks driving by the huge buildings and under the bridges, but that wasn't necessarily the problem, though it will poise some issues in the future.
I went to the psyhiatirst against my will for a mix of reasons like auditory hallucinations and some other things my mother recently found out about (like me thinking I'm not in reality and that I've thought that rooms were bugged with microphones and listening to me and cameras to watch my every move) as well as some OCD and ODD tendacies as well as a mix of some other oddball stuff. The psychiatrist was completely infatuated with me. He watched me as I reorganized this play house for kids and ordered each room by the style of the furniture, the wood color, and then the color of the toy itself. He was just completely fascinated by my case, which really isn't that much anyways compared to the other people I've seen and read about.
First off, he struck me as a complete fake. And second, I was so majorly freaked out by the car ride, the building, the idea of it all, him... And I don't want to go back.
My brain feels cold, I get headaches, and my head feels like... I can't explain it. I just want it to stop, but it only gets worse when I'm there. I don't want to go back because I feel so alienated. I hate it. I don't want to get help. I don't want to explain my problem. But my mom won't let me quit! She doesn't understand what it feels like! (Sorry for ranting).
So two problems:
1. Are the psychiatrists always like that?
2. Anyone else feel like this? It makes me regret even wanting to bring it up. It makes me want to runaway and not have to go back. I'm also scared because he wants to do tests with my brain and I don't know what he has in mind.