not sure if this belongs in the anti-psych forum or not, so if not, please excuse the mis-post.
anyway, i've been seeing a psychiatrist for the past few weeks or so and the dude should have retired decades ago.
he's literally in his 80's (or 70's) and the guy thinks he's a psychologist. he's running a racket and it's sad. the sessions are 60 minutes long (45 minutes too long in my book) and he talks about his past like some old grandpa suffering from dementia for about 95% of the session. his secretary, who is his friend and just as old as him, does all his paperwork. he never knows how much medication to give or even what he should be giving me. he asked me what he thought my diagnosis should be and when i told him i've been diagnosed with PTSD and major depression by my last psychiatrist (i've moved), he tells me he'll put down that i suffer just from anxiety. this is after he hasn't even heard my story or the things i've been through. he also is deaf so i'm shouting all of the time as i'm crying. and since he can't hear me or comprehend things well, he'll ask me the same question 2 minutes later. then he'll go off on a tangent about how he was in the service and how he raised a raccoon and other looney things.
the reason i'm so angry now is because i've been living with this PTSD and major depression for so long (over 8 years now) and i've finally given up and am trying to get disability. this nut is letting his secretary make the decision and sent back the paperwork to the state and totally is screwing me over b/c the woman has some sort of personal vendetta against me or something. she lied to me saying that she never received the paperwork to be filled out, and implied that i'm just "unhappy" and "lazy" and that her job is very stressful and she "puts up with it" so, i guess, why shouldn't i since i'm younger than her. i call the state after my appointment to see if they really did receive the paperwork or not and found out that the secretary was lying and she (under the guise of the doctor) sent it back saying that they couldn't make a decision regarding my disability.
i swear to god i'm sick of everybody. people just suck. i should have pulled the trigger back in 2006 when i had the chance. the ONE person i was counting on to be my advocate and he's incompetent and just stealing insurance money and using patients as his own therapy session, reliving his golden years. and then some old coot secretary is being passive-aggressive and telling me in so few words that i should just suck it up and depression, in her mind, equals just being "unhappy."
omfg. i'm tried of waiting for things to get better. they never do. i don't know why people think i like sitting around in my nightgown all day, crying, cutting myself, and dreaming of how i will kill myself over and over again because i find no joy in life and people just make me sick.
ftw.