Back to the shrink
Ok.
As many of you know, or may know, or might care, I used to see a psychologist. I saw several, of course, over the years, in response to orders from Doctors who responded to my complaints as being psychological in nature.
you are just stressed.
You are wound up.
You need to speak to someone about this general anxiety.
Yes yes yes, thanks doc, its all very helpful to have someone investigate your family history and how you might relate to notions of ambition and failure when it is so highly unlikely that the fact that YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO READ might, MIGHT be at the center of your anxiety. Nasty inconvenience to be unable to read, or hold a computer, when in law school. Some people might find that stressful.
Still, I went, and in Virginia I worked with a great doctor/counselor. We did 2 years of intense therapy together, and I really unwound a lot of the issues and tensions in my life, investigated their sources and learned how to cope with them. I became a better person. It did fuck all for resolving my condition, but it was fun all the same.
Well, starting in Boston, I realized that as I neared health, as I neared wellness and a return to normalcy, I needed to adjust to life after death. It can do a number on your gourd to be a 25 year old invalid with transient suicidal depressions, severe panic attacks and of course, the aforementioned inability to read or make sense to people . Still, I saw two people in boston and thier respnoses were not what I was looking for. The second the Sz word came up, they punted me into a mental ward. Thanks.
But, its time again, and lets face things, I have some things to talk about. What to do to move on, to honor the illness, to make sens eof the missing time. Strangely, the chemical reorganization makes all these pressing issues less and less pressing every day, but still, there are some things that come up and stay up and warp and bend one's perspective that I need to address.
So I started.
I called my employer's "help desk" for a referral. They were very polite, but not erribly helpful. They gave me the names of three therapists in the area. No educational information, no emphases, no background. But I did a little research of my own, and thanks to Google, learned that not one of these people is younger than 55 and that they were all educated at public schools, and some other interesting tid bits. I called, and since I cannot do something so radiacl such as talk to a human being, I left messages. I am not at all enthusiastic based on my expereinces with thier answering machines. Its a shitty thing on which to judge a fellow, but its all I have.
As many of you know, or may know, or might care, I used to see a psychologist. I saw several, of course, over the years, in response to orders from Doctors who responded to my complaints as being psychological in nature.
you are just stressed.
You are wound up.
You need to speak to someone about this general anxiety.
Yes yes yes, thanks doc, its all very helpful to have someone investigate your family history and how you might relate to notions of ambition and failure when it is so highly unlikely that the fact that YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO READ might, MIGHT be at the center of your anxiety. Nasty inconvenience to be unable to read, or hold a computer, when in law school. Some people might find that stressful.
Still, I went, and in Virginia I worked with a great doctor/counselor. We did 2 years of intense therapy together, and I really unwound a lot of the issues and tensions in my life, investigated their sources and learned how to cope with them. I became a better person. It did fuck all for resolving my condition, but it was fun all the same.
Well, starting in Boston, I realized that as I neared health, as I neared wellness and a return to normalcy, I needed to adjust to life after death. It can do a number on your gourd to be a 25 year old invalid with transient suicidal depressions, severe panic attacks and of course, the aforementioned inability to read or make sense to people . Still, I saw two people in boston and thier respnoses were not what I was looking for. The second the Sz word came up, they punted me into a mental ward. Thanks.
But, its time again, and lets face things, I have some things to talk about. What to do to move on, to honor the illness, to make sens eof the missing time. Strangely, the chemical reorganization makes all these pressing issues less and less pressing every day, but still, there are some things that come up and stay up and warp and bend one's perspective that I need to address.
So I started.
I called my employer's "help desk" for a referral. They were very polite, but not erribly helpful. They gave me the names of three therapists in the area. No educational information, no emphases, no background. But I did a little research of my own, and thanks to Google, learned that not one of these people is younger than 55 and that they were all educated at public schools, and some other interesting tid bits. I called, and since I cannot do something so radiacl such as talk to a human being, I left messages. I am not at all enthusiastic based on my expereinces with thier answering machines. Its a shitty thing on which to judge a fellow, but its all I have.
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