The supposed therapists?
Um absolutely.
There was the psychiatrist in training at Alta Baites psychiatric hospital who insisted I was lying about being abused by my parents because I claimed I was abused, they claimed I was not, I had no proof immediately on my person as a 22 year old homeless chronically ill woman, and therefore I must be paranoid and delusional. She saw me twice for a total of 20 minutes. Notably, not one mental health professional since has agreed with her. She still did her level best to keep me under lock and key in that hospital based on her diagnosis.
There was the psychiatrist at the eating disorder inpatient clinic who informed my insurance (without telling me) that my refusal to take the antidepressant he prescribed constituted a denial of treatment, for which my insurance dropped me. The specific antidepressant he prescribed was the exact one I’d told him had made me ill as an adolescent but he ignored me.
The 26-year-old psychologist student at a different eating disorder rehab who diagnosed me with narcissistic personality disorder, because I thought she was an idiot. Sorry, but she was.
I’ve seen several psychologists since then, all fully trained. There is some disagreement on my diagnosis but NPD has not entered into the mix.
The psychologist who told me I should feel lucky and proud to be a Jew because Jews control the music and film industries.
The psychiatrist at a young adult treatment facility in Texas who watched my friend starve herself down to 68 pounds and did not hospitalize her, but did hospitalize my other friend for smuggling in and smoking pot.
That same facility strip-searching two girls looking for a stolen cell phone—not finding it.
My adolescent psychiatrist, who put me on anti depressants at 11 after I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism, which causes depression…and keeping me on them…and utterly missing the autism, or the child abuse including sexual abuse. Which the antidepressants didn’t fix.
The child psychiatrist, who diagnosed me with Asperger’s but forgot to tell me. Nobody else did either.
Those are just my stories.
