#i hate psychiatry ):

[boyswillbedogz]

hey yall. maybe the reason my adhd meds arent working entirely is because a lot of the overlap is autism. just a thought.

[insignificantimpressionism]

i asked my psychiatrist for something to treat my anxiety and she perscribed me an anti craving medicine.

[vampiricvenus]

Last week I threw my money into the toilet aka I went to see a shrink because of the anguish I've been going through and I highlighted that while Current Events have exacerbated it for sure it's something I've dealt with most of my life and also that I have extensive trauma since childhood.

And she said she doesn't usually see patients for longer than a month (once a week) because it creates "dependency" and also was kind of steering into the path of pathologizing my *checks notes* wish to help others in need however I can.

[lycoryspreachin]

barty is a narcissist. is it surprising? prehaps not, but what it is is very telling of his behaviour and upbringing.

narcissistic personality disorder is of course a difficult thing to describe or analyse over such short and relatively lighthearted writing but i will attempt my best.

barty's character takes various forms of materialisation in my mind and subconscious, however, there are specific traits i never fail to assign him. he is insecure, with no sense of self, has dramatic delusions of grandiosity and out of all the people who viscerally hate him he does the most. if we consider this hypothesis, we are swiftly presented with the scaffolding of what we can imagine barty's childhood to have been. we can easily paint in our minds the crouch's family situation. in the center of the canvas is an unattentive man, careless for nothing but his own grand ambitions. on his right, is a sick but beautiful woman, who heart only beat for barty's own, whose life has been sold and whose future holds only despair. her present, however, lies between her frail and pale hands, her only son. around the gracious trio nothing but high grey walls with cloudy and mighty windows giving out on a large and empty, dull, green land. with no stable structure on which to climb, the lonely child grabs on the unsteady and burning one, his mother. I'm fairly certain barty hates her, so much that he can only ever love her. she the poison in his veins, threatening his life and she is the very organ keeping him alive. her death was the death of his soul, he was sure of it. it left him wondering whether climbing that shaky rock to avoid the flood was worth the fall once it yeld under the stream. it was a humiliation to be alive and he would do all he could to never feel shame ever again.

younger in order to not distress and unleash his mother’s distorted bursts of emotions, he learned to observe her every move, and then everyone every move, he grew paranoid, until he couldn’t trust anyone, until he couldn’t value people anymore, except for his harem of gods of course. he had a very simplistic view of people, you were either absolute scum or absolutely divine and his view of himself often fluctuated between the former and the latter. he lies, he deceives, and he wants, he wants to be seen and heard and considered. he preys on those around him, and he will catch them because he always succeeds in everything he does.

the way he grew up greatly shaped him, or rather, his identity was never shaped due to it. he doesn't exist, he isn't anything and i would go as far as saying he views himself as dead. he devotes his life to the worship of gods he sees around. the god of knowledge, of beauty, of evil and voldemort ( maybe he saw him as the manifestation of all of the deities he followed for so long ). he had gone mad, and maybe he allowed himself to go mad, to be liberated and exist, freely, shamelessly, boundlessly. he sacrificed a life for eternity, an entire existence for a unique remembrance.

and i think within the context of his life he is somewhat dearly and betwitchingly admirable

[yellowyarn]

i have this fear that a nurse is going to come into my room with a flash light and shine it in my face while i sleep. i am afraid that if i close my door i will be yelled at. i am afraid that i will hear a knock from a nurse on the other side of the bathroom door when I shower. sometimes i think i hear somone (a nurse) knocking, footsteps, the click of a flashlight, or somone unlocking my door and i freeze with fear waiting for them to appear and that ill be back there.

[eclaire-went-bam]

something really funny to me about my mom really thinking i wanted to become a therapist because i'm taking psychology & have like 2-3 psych books

i would genuinely be The Worst therapist i simply wouldn't be able to care about any of my patients . i would believe i am better than my patients . it would be a circus .

[sorry-i-got-the-jams]

The first scene of the chapter I'm writing now for my fic was supposed to be just a therapy session with Arthur. Just that.

I've written eight pages already and the session hasn't started yet because a patient became agitated and urgent intervention was needed.

If this isn't the most realistic thing I've ever written I don't know what it is.

[yippie-madness]

maybe my ex shrink thinking i might be bipolar was right. or "early signs" as they put it idk she was also stupid and convinced i was addicted to adderall lmao

[bryqe]

it seems a girl cannot have a bad day without being interned into a psychiatric

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

i do not personally like the weird sanitization of electroshock therapy a lot of even contemporary academic articles take part in.

It’s never been found to permanently benefit patients and has historically been used as a fear tactic to keep mental patients in line, so seeing it spoken about as “oh, this is so very safe and painless and there’s no downside it’s a wonderful treatment for mental illness that’s unfairly criticized” is bizarre to me. It was prescribed as a ��cure” for homosexuality as well as a way to subdue patients for more invasive procedures. It’s just archaic and there are better and safer options to treat mental illness that don’t require zapping your brain.

[depressedvibe]

I'm not sad. I'm never sad.

I'm empty.

I used to be afraid of it, but now I'm used to it

[faggotfungus]

Another thing from my appointment today; I told her how well my anxiety is now that I'm on Klonopin. I'm no longer anxious All The Time 24/7, and I don't fear panic/anxiety attacks all the time.

She responded by screwing her face up in discomfort again at the thought of me even being on a benzo.

Can't win anything.

[midnight-love-song]

Why are mental health assessments always conducted by people who would’ve mercilessly bullied you in school

[bonni]

I. already kind of regret choosing to write a huge paper about play therapy as an alternative to ABA. almost all of the research I have found into play therapy treatment has presented it as something that should be provided in addition to ABA for supposed behavioral benefits, which is fucking asinine. the number one goal of child-centered play therapy is to cultivate an environment of self acceptance, and ABA is completely antithetical to that. if I have to read one more fucking article that talks about how play therapy did or didn't have an impact on the amount of eye-contact a child made at home as if anyone should give a shit about that I'm going to kill us all with hammers

[lizarin]

Watching some commentary channels which are... interesting, to say the least.

It was talking about certain rappers and their use of "literal children" in sexually charged music videos. Of course being the decrepit ancient prude that I am was thinking that they were having actual literal precocious children in their music videos doing something like twerking. But those "literal children"? They were sixteen. SIXTEEN. As in they've already gone through puberty, they've at least started getting to their adult height, they've either developed or are in the process of developing their secondary sexual characteristics.

And while I understand where they're coming from, we need to stop treating teens as children. Teenage brains are literally built for experimentation and pushing boundaries, like those between childhood and adulthood. That means yes, teens need to be able to talk to adults about adult things. We need to be spending more time teaching teens how to be safe for themselves and not rely on others for safety. We need to teach what predatory behavior is and what just plain normal behavior is.

Kids are afraid of growing up for all the wrong reasons. There's the pervasive idea that when you're an adult you have to give up everything fun because you can't have fun or hobbies as an adult. (The entirety of the fandom olds (myself included), the original trekwives and the creators of AO3 would like a word with people who think this.)

Humans don't go through puberty and adolescence instantaneously. It would be cool if we did, but we're not butterflies that spend a few weeks to months as goo and then into emerge beautiful and fully developed adults. We're more akin to crickets which undergo incomplete metamorphosis and spend a significant portion of their lives in the in-between stages of nymphyhood with each molt successfully making them more developed until they reach the sexually mature stage.

As an anecdote to this I remember being 20 and going to have a xray done (it was either my knee or my hip, can't remember which) and the doc looking at me saying something along the lines of "huh, you're not done growing yet" but looking at a growth-plate on my femur. I looked him dead in the eye and said "You're kidding me." because I hadn't changed in height since I was fourteen. I asked him his guess how much more I had and he said "maybe a millimeter" which relieved me greatly because it meant I didn't have to change anything or buy a new wardrobe. I'm was happy at my 5'6" height then and I still am now, though admittedly I think I have lost a bit due to degenerative disc disease.

Teens need their own spaces. Spaces to learn and grow and do things at their own pace. Adults need to not be written off as creeps for trying to provide those spaces. Mixing of ages is critical in our development and how and when we grow as individuals. This hard-lining is how girls end up as grown ass women without knowing jack shit about their own bodies and boys become young men who think you can just "stick it in" and your partner will love it.

TL:DR I think a LOT of people would benefit from learning about socio-sexual development in humans.

[avpdpossum]

an unstoppable force (my moral objection to working in a psychiatric setting because i know the abuse that so often takes place there and i can’t stand the idea of ever participating in or benefiting from something that treats people that way) meets an immovable object (i made the mistake of being a psych major years ago so now those are the most common jobs in my area that i’m actually qualified for and i need money so bad if i want to get out of the hell house i live in anytime soon)