So...my version of confronting him was saying "it took a while to get me a working antidepressant, huh?" He just wrote off the question by telling me he has confidence in this one.

On the other hand...tell me what you think of this conversation:

Pdoc: any thoughts about hurting yourself?

Me: Persistently

Pdoc: are they under control?

Me: yes...and I finally got my husband to hide my meds...of course there are other means but that takes away the easiest (I have 7 medications).

Pdoc: (giggles) yes, there are lots of ways people kill themselves and if they want to die they will.

Me: (giggle nervously) this is an awkward conversation.

Pdoc: yeah, well, people who od do so as a cry for help. They don't really want to die. The problem is sometimes they do die or they can turn into a vegetable.

The rest of the conversation was about Virginia Woolf and how she took her own life in her 40's. I told him I can't live that long like this. He said I am not like Woolf as I have children who need me and grandkids to look forward to. Anyway, the conversation ended on an okay note but it certainly started out pretty oddly. Anyone else have an experience like this?