Those were the sentiments expressed by my profound psychologist on our first session together. They’re done with assessing me and seeing what I need, and I’ve been thrown to the new wolves in town called the Early Intervention Team who assess risk and make recommendations and such in this regard.
We went over old ground, but the psychologist, Jay, did what psychologists do, and “hmm” and “uh huh”’d a lot of the time, nodding in synchronisation with the clock on the wall which I stared at more than once.
She explained how I would be seeing her for the next six months,...
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What a fast day! I went to see a couple of shrinks and on the very same day I’m admitted into a mental hospital. I know I’ve never cried so much in one entire day, and that at least will be a memory that sticks with me for some time. I think I had Niagra Falls beat at one point when it came to turning on the water works.
I was fucked, frankly speaking. Unable to talk, brain raped, and pulling up bad memories like a box of card tricks, tearing open forgotten wounds from past mental struggles. Today, the...
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I admit I am slightly bitter but I feel…a bit Zen about the whole thing. I know 3 of the people that passed only did so because they checked out the answer sheet and went let’s remember the answers. They were all insistent that they hoped to get questions from the answer sheet, which they did to their amusement. One guy finished the exam in 40 minutes. You get 2 hours to do it.
The remaining squeezed by the pass mark, but did so by actually working out the questions rather than knowing the answers. Ask the ones that passed with...
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