Dude, that guy sounds like a real idiot. He was treating you like a retarded four-year-old. You're an adult, he should talk to you and not talk to your dad like you're not there. And he isn't a psychologist, so he should shut his mouth. Urgh, reading your story burns me up.So I had a major set back today.
I went in to a health clinic to get a physical, since clinical depression and several other mind-influencing things run in my family. They did the general height/weight/blood pressure thing and asked "are you here for a physical, or depression?"
So I was like "Well, I'm here for a physical, to see if there's something that can be fixed as far as the depression goes". So the very nice nurse lady handed me a questionnaire about depression, which I filled out handily and then sent me back to an exam room (where I was expecting things like blood being drawn, urine tests, and other embarrassing things).
The "doctor" (nurse practitioner) came back and started drilling me on various things, like what I did with my friends over the weekend (nothing, because I have none besides my cousins), why didn't I have a job (I don't know. Afraid I guess), what kinds of thoughts was I thinking, ETC. He then asked if I minded whether my dad came back into the waiting room for a chat. I said "sure".
Five minutes later he comes back with my dad, smiling, laughing, and then closes the door and says "Medicine of this sort is closer to an art than a science". OK. Weird. "There's no real in and out cure for this sort of thing". Well OK. "Now I'm not a psychiatrist, but I consider myself fairly smart". OK again. "Now there's more in him" (pointing towards me) "than we're getting out of him, so if he was my son, I'd check him into the local mental institution for a few days. Grab a toothbrush from Wal-Mart, or pick that up later, and head on over. I'll call ahead and tell them to expect you".
Wait, WHAT? So...that stopped me cold. After a few more "reassuring" things, we left. Sans bloodwork, sans any sort of test besides a paper questionnaire, and me filled with nothing but terror and despair. We ended up heading home instead of the institution (Which would be handy, as I know a guy that works there), but now I'm absolutely terrified.
Please pray that one, I won't hurt anyone (because obviously, the NP thought it was possible), and two, that we figure out what to do now. I'd really rather not go into an institution, but certainly I will if I need to...we've got a psychiatrist lined up instead at the moment. Yesterday I actually thought about canceling the appointment since I was doing a little better. Now hearing that apparently I'm certifiable, it's all come back in full force.
I'm just...sort of thrown by this. In four weeks I went from fairly happy if lazy guy to "get him to the local institution and fast". I'm terrified I'm going to hurt someone, even though I don't want to do so, remain in full control of myself, and actively realize the thoughts are wrong and harmful.
Sorry to unload it's just...yeesh.
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