I just had an appointment where a clinician evaluated whether I would fit into a group therapy thing.

She must've got neck pain from all the looking down on people, because she was quite bad tempered.

You might have read about my psychiatrist giving me what would have been, without the right meds, a knockout punch, implying laziness and again abnormalcy. She'd sent me to that appointment.

The woman behind the desk gave the standard lecture about routine, sleep hygiene, how treatment costs money so requires absolute compliance (not just med compliance) and how to deal with this severe illness and still accepting it (granted, you really need help with acceptance if you buy into that crap).

She expected me to know nothing about psychotic disorders and even dyslexia (which she had as well), she thought I was just a mystic loony without knowing anything about the brain and what role it played in psychotic disorders (and incidentally, dyslexia). It told her how was messed up and sickening, literally, even (complicit) in murder.

I felt like doing an audition for "Not One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" while I thought I was auditioning for "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest".

However, I blocked all her punches and eventually gave her a knockout punch. She instantly became very quiet and very, very kind, not arguing about the very severe accusations about both her and her profession. Writing in my file how I knew a lot about my diagnosis and have accepted it (obviously not in the way she likes to see: absolute subjection).

On leaving, I asked her whether I now had to stop my meds (which she implied with analogy to surgery and post-operation treatment) and she said no.

, in 30 minutes (it used to take longer even with more understanding clinicians).

Just wanted to blow my own trumpet here: victory!



Edit:
Needless to say, we agreed it's probably best if I won't be joining the therapy group. I apologised for wasting her costly, precious time.