Today I re-engaged with the mental health services to get help with my depression (again) and other issues. I had the same psychiatrist managing my case as last time, but a different psychologist. I had written things down before the appt today that I would show the psychologist.
I was feeling ok about this until he told me that his main job is in the forensics department and dealing with offending youth. What I had written down included some of my past and how it effects me today, and my past has something to do with run-ins with the police and behavior that could, I quote, possibly lead to future serious offenses (psychiatrist initially said that about a year ago).
Instead, I decided to give the paper to the psychiatrist as I thought since she wasn't working with forensics, she wouldn't be so keen to lock me up after she read what I had written. While she was reading it she said to me...."You know, Brittany, I used to work in forensic psychology as well".
That was it...I thought that from that moment forward, I'd never be looked at in the same way again. I thought that they were going to bring out the straight jacket, syringe, and tell me to pull up my sleeve
. I was getting ready to say my goodbyes, preparing what I would say to my mother who was waiting outside the room.
Instead, all she said was..."Hmm, this is very interesting, can you tell me more about (insert event/thought here),". and after a long conversation..."I can see you again next Tuesday at the same time, is that fine with you?".
I was kind of beating myself up inside for completely over-reacting and now when I think about it, the situation was kind of funny.
Nevertheless, there is still that chance that they will want to lock me up but for now, and hopefully for a long time to come...I'm safe! ![Laughing :lol:](./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif)
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