My new therapist, Dr. Ricky Bobby
Don't smoke in bed...
About a month ago I received an email from someone that follows my blog. She is a Psychology student, currently gathering data for her Master's thesis. She is studying her theory of being able to analyze an individuals mental health based on that persons blog. I can't imagine how she ended up here...
The soon to be doctor asked if I would be interested in participating in her study.
I agreed.
I did her study, sent it back to her, and waited for her email reply to get my "results".
When I opened her email reply it was the typical patronizing rhetoric thanking me for my time and participation. Then she went on to state that she didn't want to send my results until she could confirm with me that I was sure that I wanted to see them...
What the fuck...
How bad can this shit be?
Now she has me curious. Send me that shit. It took a Psychology major, with an education that cost more than my house, and a 30 page, 300 question test to tell me the following;
I'm depressed; No shit...
I have trouble with "authoritarian figures"; Really?
I have trouble trusting others; Me?
blah, blah, blah...
There were a lot of other "observations" in my results that were all equally as obvious to anyone that reads this crap. All of this was very unsettling and I of course immediately realized that I needed to seek out "professional help".
Right...
I was good with all of this stuff about me until yesterday. I've known for a long time about my "issues", and I deal with them. It's not like I'm driving at night with my headlights off. I was OK, until yesterday. I received a diagnosis yesterday I was not ready for. The highly respected Dr. Ricky Bobby dropped a bomb on me yesterday.
I'm paranoid.
I'm fucking paranoid.
The voices told me to lash out at the good doctor, but I resisted. Dr. Bobby has agreed to work with me on this issue, but I'm feeling a little paranoid about that decision now. Dr. Bobby's bed side manner sucks, and he needs some work on his "ethics".
Thanks doc.
