Psychiatrist vent

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I always hate coming back from the psychiatrist. It always leaves me in an awful mood but fortunately this time I didn't think up ways to make people suffer in my mind or plan to run away. OK maybe running away did cross my mind.

It just seems like such a waste of time. It always ends up being 'what do you want to do with you life? Do you want to live at home forever?' Well of course not but I haven't the choice. I can't work. No one will even give me the chance to build on any working skills so I can't live on my own. I can't even go into supermarkets without regressing to a child by the mass bombardment of sensory stimuli so I end up pushing the trolley making 'vroom' and screeching sounds or declaring 'I want a Kinder egg.'

It's not even a qualified autism specialist. He just sees that I can tie my shoes and thus I should be able to live on my own. He knows nothing of shutdowns and meltdowns and what such as drastic change would do to my mental state. I mean I have shutdowns when my favourite TV show is cancelled. I have meltdowns when somebody kicks me off my computer or sits down next to me and chews a candy bar, or god forbid, sits down and chews a candy bar on my computer. I freak out at any slight change. My sister just moved a few minutes away from her last house and it terrifies me when I think about eventually visiting her. I don't know that town/city very well.

If I could lobotomise that area of my brain that makes me dread change I would do it in less than a heart beat, but I can't. My mother even says that she knows when my routine is disrupted that I become angry but of course she takes it personally even though I tried to say it wasn't her I was angry at, just the fact that something had changed. I wasn't being very articulate today. I felt motion or sensory sickness in the car, took a pill then had a worse reaction from that, so I ate something and had a worse reaction from that. I'm hypoglycemic with temporal lobe epilepsy so certain changes happen to my body and brain and usually I can get over them, but with limited food especially yogurt, the great calmer of my brain, I couldn't. I guess it didn't help that I kept it all to myself. My mother will not believe that I could be epileptic.

Oh yes let's get this epileptic hypoglycemic autistic adult child to live on their own. They will be fine provided supermarkets begin to limit the sensory stimuli down to two senses, they bring out rocket powered hover shoes, and that there is a constant supply of yogurt for those random times when my brain is short circuiting.

The most useless part of my visits to the psychiatrist is that they says the same thing over again and when they say they will get me extra support nothing actually happens, so I believe nothing will actually happen this time. And I really wish they'd get off my case about being more social. I am doing the neurotypical world a service by avoiding them. I am over-opinionated and oppositional for the sake of being oppositional. I don't even want to listen to my own brain sometimes.

Anyway, I'm not sure why I posted this but here it is.

Psychiatrist Vent - The opening in a psychiatrist that allows ridiculous assertions to escape, often associated with the mouth, but not infrequently, the rectum as well.

Is it possible to find a new psychiatrist, one that actually does specialize in autism? By all accounts, it seems like your doctor right now just isn't doing much good for you.

That is brilliant! I'm now picturing a star trek type scene with the Starship Autism and "Keptin, it's too late, ve've been kompletely engulfed by the social entity" "Fascinating. The entity seems to feed entirely on BS. Theoretically if we could release a massive enough explosion of BS particles it might distract it long enough for us to escape" "Good thinking.... Spock. Scotty..... we're going to have to perform a.... psychiatrist vent. Divert all.... power to stim shields so we.... won't be destroyed by the vent."

Pensieve, that really sucks not much I can say other than yeah, it's really hard some days and I do know what you mean. Sometimes a visit to a psychiatrist can just ruin your day even when they think it went really well. I don't really believe anyone any more when they talk about providing support. I certainly don't expect it. I usually settle for telling people very firmly they can't ever make any promises like that if they have any doubt they'll be able to deliver on it. Because it's worse to promise something you can't deliver and thus build my hopes up than it is to spring a surprise support on me. In theory. I've never had anyone spring surprise support on me.

My most recent visit ended well for everyone after I jumped at her thought of sending me to someone else ... but I know that is no consolation for you, Pensieve, and I have no idea what to suggest other than to continue feeling confident of your own self-awareness.

Bwahahahaha.

I can see it all in my head. Thanks for the laugh.


Pensieve - I would agree that maybe a different psychiatrist is something to think about.

Hi pensieve - yes, it's incredibly frustrating when your health care providers and other people can't see that you're not functioning at the high level they think you are. It happens with me too. People keep suggesting I go out and get a job. Not possible when I want to kill myself every other day or am put on the verge of a panic attack from the little beep from a coffee timer. Add social stuff into the equation and forget it. So yes, I sympathize.

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if ur doctor don't help you don't go. simple.

This is a job for the THERAPIST SLAYER

Behold, the Lab Pet, undercover as the Therapist Slayer, is here to sack your psych's sorry arse

< gathering the silver candelabra, crucifix, & wreath of garlic in preparation of the slaying >

wavefreak58, you'll be my cohort. Pensieve - he's not doing you justice and, in all seriousness, he may be insidiously harming you. You have no obligation, at all, to stick with the victim (er, psych) and you'll do so much better without. In some instances, one's own honed wits and instincts are better than any psych. Granted, if you need medication or specific attention, then do seek medical consulation but not with him. The Therapist Slayer is primed for this one. He's a light lunch.....heh heh.

Doubtful any Aspie is 'matched' for any given psych. And certainly not yours. It's like you cannot sack him fast enough. Another one bites the dust, so to speak.

I went to a counselor after I drank too much and had to go to the emergency room. My mother wanted me to go for depression. The counselor thought all I needed to do to solve my problems was open the phone book and start putting in job applications everyplace that advertised within the yellow pages. I just sat there looking at him wondering if he really thought that was going to help me. Since my mother was seeing him also, as a family therapy type thing, I am sure she had something to do with it since the only thing she wanted me to do was get a job.
None of my other problems were acknowledged or dealt with. Did he really think all I needed to do to succeed in life was to go through the yellow pages, finding names of businesses so I could go there in person and apply? What about things like getting the job and keeping the job. That guy and I were on two different plains of reality, that's for sure.
I lost faith in him and stopped going.

Ahh Wave freak and LabPet - God I love you guys.

My mum thinks because I'm on disability I have to see someone and he was the guy that diagnosed me with both autism and ADHD.
He also handles my medication scripts and if I couldn't get my Ritalin I'd crawl up in a ball or punch out every one that talked to me. Er, I have low energy and crankiness off medication.

I can see that they are worried that I will never become independent so are pushing me but like purchase said I don't think I'd be able to do it. I mean I can't even have a car ride without becoming ill. And it's not the same as car or motion sickness. It's something new. I just saw damn lights flashing and I was gone. Most probably hypoglycemia or a migraine. Or a seizure. God I don't know. My health is so screwed up at the moment and they don't even see that.

Anyway, I think I will take it easy today. I'm having a bit of a shutdown. So I will just curl up on a couch with a blanket and watch Star Trek. Possibly Stargate. Most definitely Stargate.

I confess that I don't have anything of value to add to this thread, and hope you won't take offense by my butting in to say:

I WANT A PAIR!

Yes, quite a few psychiatrists can be next to useless when it comes to AS, particularly for adult AS. Fortunately I had a very good one when I was diagnosed at 27; she was just out of grad school and doing her residence, so it was all fresh to her. For the majority, I find they lack insight to the condition or will draw inaccurate conclusions (e.g. "well, you seem to be talking normally and you seem to recognize sample facial expressions I make...") not acknowledging that this is in a controlled environment, not a spontaneous interaction. Whether they do that just to be lazy and not put in any real diagnostic effort, or are just incompetent, is another question. One other poster on this group talked about "the idiot grin of the clueless specialist" i.e. they look at you with a Mona Lisa smile and say "well, what do YOU think you should do?" (um, gee, I don't know, isn't that the reason I'm coming to you for advice & insight? I had enough of the Socratic method in university, thank you very much.)

and let's not forget that in the controlled environment of the psychiatrist's office, we Aspies are less concerned about the prospect of rejection, which has been omnipresent in almost all my interactions with peers. I'm in my 30s now and it's much better, but I remember dreading any interaction in which I just had that sinking, indescribable gut feeling that I was going to be rejected (or tormented) by this person again...then upon relaying this to the psychiatrist, he'd just say that I need to stop being so negative, and that they can pick up on my negative energy and "what you think about, you bring about"- like, gee whiz, why don't I just shave my head and wear a robe, so I can be at one with that lame advice.

Oh, my, this was brilliant.

okay I have to go to bed so I haven't read everyone elses responses to the OP so sorry if this isn't relevant or is redundant but from reading the original post my advice is : get a new psychiatrist!!