Do you trust mental health professionals?

it scares me to relive it again in my head. but i do quite often.

main reason why i was scared is because most of the people were drug addicts or homeless. because this hospital took in a lot of homeless people and like foster kids and drug addicts. you have to be careful around drug addicts because if they are going through withdrawals they can be violent. fact. been around that enough now in hospitals to know. more than enough. unfortunately no matter what their condition was most of these people were very very very severe and violent.

I have always spoken with my voices telepathically. In the very early days I knew that they knew all my thoughts (they would have a go at me for thinking certain thoughts) so it made sense to use this to my advantage.

if you only knew, that most "Mental Health Professionals" got into that major because they had Major Problems, and were hoping for a self-cure in college,,, and didn't find one, but had bills to pay and a degree to use,,, so they are among the most Messed UP individuals that could be found to work in the field~! even the Pdocs i have known had more issues than me,,, i had a simple brain chemistry disorder, they are working on full blown personality disorders~!

trust one ?? oh yah, after i've known them well for a yr, which will Never Happen~! i knew a good therapist once,, he specialized in child therapy, and was innocuous, do no harm and all that, but i didn't learn anything from him. he was one of the rare ones who didn't have problems, but couldn't really understand them, either,,,

can't win for loosing in the Mentally Ill System~!

some people already know this dude.
a few. idk if most do.
i do.
my sister is a therapist. she doesnt have major problems at all but she had many life hangups that changed her mind.

in fact i think shes an exception almost.
ive seen severely messed up psychiatrists and especially therapists.
most ive seen are angry people or personality disordered themselves.
liars and cheats. uncaring. cold. thats a good LOT of em.
many are officially diagnosed too.
they are stereotypical like anyone else. you pour your heart out to these craps and they dont give a F.

Due to having a head injury, there was less neural activity within my brain than normal. So a psychiatrist gave me a dopamine enhancer drug. A few weeks later I was hearing voices and all the other dandy forms of suffering that are filed under the title, Schizophrenia.

Doc said, " I'll take you off the drug and you should be back to normal within 2 weeks.". But 2 weeks passed, then a month, then a year, then 10 years, then 17 years, but I am still waiting for the 2 weeks in doctors time, to pass by.

Apparently, 2 weeks in doctors time, could be a life time in patient time.

On top of that, not long after the two weeks had passed the psychiatrist told me that I was no longer to be his patient because he was now focusing on the elderly only. He gave me my file and for some reason the info that connected the dopamine enhancer drug to the schizophrenia symptoms had magically disappeared.

On top of that, the words/info that my brother had given the doc during one of my appointments, this had magically been altered to favor the doc but oppose me.

So I searched for another psychiatrist and sure enough I found one and he said that he couldn't prescribe meds immediately but after having a few more appointments to get the facts on the table, there should be no problem.

He requested the files from my previous psychiatrists and would be getting additional info about me from my GP. Once done he said his secretary would call me and set up an appointment.

That call never happened. The info that connected the dopamine enhancer drug to the schizophrenia symptoms had now been passed the this new psychiatrist.

So I called them, time and time and time and time again. Apparently they thought that I would eventually give up. But despite the fact that they just kept giving me one excuse or another, I kept on fighting.

Finally in the middle of the day at work I was so angry that I just took off and headed to the hospital where the psychiatrist was located, I barged in an DEMANDED an appointment. I got one.

But now the doctor said "I can't help you.".

So I said why not. He then said " You don't need any medication and I'm not fully knowledgeable in the field of schizophrenia.".

So I said, well if your not knowledgeable in the field of schizophrenia, then how do you know that I don't need any medications. His face turn red and he just quickly grabbed the files in front of him and straightened them out by tapping them on the table and at the same time said out LOUD, " I CAN'T HELP YOU, AND THAT'S ALL. GOOD DAY MR. ......".

So it when from a friendly smiling face that was willing to help as best as possible at appointment number 1, to the complete opposite at appointment number 2.

So I went to see another psychiatrist, and sure enough I was thrown out the window again. So there I was, going through absolute hell torture, which was so extreme that I lost 27 pounds in the first two weeks, thus pushing me down to about 105 skinny pounds at age 38, but no psychiatrist would help me at all.

Then comes the next step. After going back to my GP I managed to get another psychiatrist on the list and an appointment was set. He was willing to prescribe meds, although non of them was of any help to me but they were turning me into a mindless zombie suffering from severe constipation, and thus you could drink lots and lots and lots of water all day and that did not help one bit, plus there was dry mouth, along with severe tiredness, etc.

Then came the time to get onto ODSP, Ontario Disability Support Program.

Welfare, which was providing me with only $4,096 dollars a YEAR to survive on while going through absolute hell, was not enough at all, so ODSP was now on the to do list.

But the psychiatrist refused to sign on the dotted line on the papers that needed to be filled out for ODSP, and this was the case because he would have to say that I was suffering from schizophrenia.

Fortunately the assistant worker that I was assigned to said, "Don't you worry Mr.... , I have met his kind before. I will bring the law into the picture and resolve this problem.". And she did. And he signed the papers.

But since no meds worked, I have survived many years without meds.

Now, do you think that I trust mental health professionals?