Reflection from April 1st, 2008 @ Age 26
RE: MENTAL-HEALTH MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS
The truth of the matter is—everybody lies. Sure, the extent of which the truth is stretched and the import of the elements involved in surrounding circumstances change from lie to lie, changing the severity of possible consequences (perhaps), but everyone lies or has lied and that’s just the fact of the matter. And even the small stuff counts here—did you take a sick day because you were so sick you couldn’t work? Yessss… Did you go see the doctor for your crazy face rash? Yessss… Did you run errands even though you were taking a sick day? Nooooo… And you see, the lit-tle white lies, they’re everywhere.
You know, I truly believe in my heart that part of the reason my former social worker therapist failed to diagnose me correctly is because she wanted to take credit for my periods of euphoria. She wanted, I believe, to think that she was the one who caused it, that her work was what spurred the wake. I tell you what, if you ever decide to go see a therapist, make sure whoever you see is an MD. That’s right, a medical school graduate, because you go to someone else and though they may seem at times like they do—they really have no f@#king clue what they’re talking about deep down inside. It would be like seeing a paralegal instead of a lawyer for a legal problem. Even though the paralegal might seem like they know what they are doing, there’s a reason they’re only paralegals. The fundamental background a law degree or medical degree provides is essential when you’re dealing with any problem that’s worth seeing a professional about in the first place. The essential function that background provides, I’m afraid, is beyond my choice words at the moment. But suffice it to say, see a professional if you’ve got issues in their field. See the best, most qualified person you can afford; you’ll save yourself a lot of grief in the making.