Seeing a therapist
Over the years, I have joked about it. But, finally I decided it's time to actually schedule an appointment with a psychologist. I figured, I had all of these crazy issues that i needed to work through and that he would give me some potent drugs to get thru my "ADD", "anxiety", and "hypochondria". After a few sessions of meeting with my therapist, it has been determined that I am a completely normal, sane, functioning human being. Therefore not a candidate for heavy doses of drugs to get me thru my "issues." I guess I should be happy to hear that I have been pronounced sane by a medical professional, but at the same time, I'm kind of bummed to hear that I don't have any real issues....not even hypochondria...which it seems is actually something my doctor likes to call "Med school-itis"...which means I have an unnatural interest in Web MD, but it is completely healthy and normal to have this unnatural interest.
Whatever, maybe I should get a second oppinion.
posted by KikiLala @ 3:43 PM
2 Comments:
Bummer...your normal...and by normal I mean totally disfunctional-in the best possible way. Does that make you feel better? I always thought my therapist was a god send for telling me that my strange feelings and thoughts (sometimes very sad thoughts) were normal. She gave me permission to be me and therefore...very unique. I love you as is!
I remember I almost went to see a therapist. Remember when I first moved into our house on Dubuque and my mom flipped out over it? I remember I got so upset, I had to talk to Maureen's dad (who was becoming a therapist). I'm sorry to hear about your 'rents though, that really stinks. I'm always here to talk though. :)
Love ya,
Marge
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