[ScientiaOmnisEst]

102. I think the last time I took it it was 106 or something. I literally have a test telling me there's nothing wrong with me, so why do I think there is?

3 serious concerns and 11 minor ones. But I function. It's the most empty, pathetic, worthless existence imaginable but it's apparently not bad enough to qualify as suffering. It's just like al my therapist visits that end up diagnosing me with an "adjustment disorder". Apparently I've been trying to adjust for almost half my life. No wonder my mom used to tell me to just grow up and get over it, I can almost hear her voice if she ever learned my diagnosis: "Well, adjust already. What's the problem?"

Hell if I know.

Originally Posted by ScientiaOmnisEst

102. I think the last time I took it it was 106 or something. I literally have a test telling me there's nothing wrong with me, so why do I think there is?

3 serious concerns and 11 minor ones. But I function. It's the most empty, pathetic, worthless existence imaginable but it's apparently not bad enough to qualify as suffering. It's just like al my therapist visits that end up diagnosing me with an "adjustment disorder". Apparently I've been trying to adjust for almost half my life. No wonder my mom used to tell me to just grow up and get over it, I can almost hear her voice if she ever learned my diagnosis: "Well, adjust already. What's the problem?"

Hell if I know.

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[Skeezyks]

Hello ScientiaOmnisEst: The Skeezyks has a similar problem. When I've taken the Sanity Score test, in the past, I have scored pretty low... nothing to be all that concerned about. All of the mental health professionals I've seen just treat me as though I have a mild case of depression... nothing to be all that concerned about. This despite the fact that I've been involuntarily committed to two different psych wards previously. In my case, I presume this is because I'm older & I think they probably figure I'm not worth bothering with. (Maybe they're right...) However, since I am forced to live with myself every day, I know there's a lot more going on than is apparent.

Part of the problem I know is that there is SO much I can never talk about. I would be absolutely humiliated. And, if I can't talk about it, how can any mental health professional help? Of course, they can't... so there it is... And another problem I have is that no matter how messed up I feel, when I get into any mental health professional's office, I automatically paste a smile on my face & say everything's okay... I can't help it... it's who I am...

I feel your pain...