(no subject)
I’ve been having problems with my Clinical Psychology teacher. I’ve been in this class for about a month and he’s the kind of person who jokes about everything. Well he also separates personality disorders from what he calls clinical disorders. In his opinion, people with clinical disorders can’t help it, but people with personality disorders are inherently wrong. He’s said that they don’t care about anyone but themselves, they won’t take the blame for anything they do wrong, you shouldn’t be in a relationship with any of them because they’ll only hurt you, and that they don’t feel any pain. And of course then he has to make a joke out of it.
Well, today he started in about people with personality disorders again. And even though I was going to be late for my next class, I stayed after class to talk to him. I told him that he really offends me with the way he talks about people with personality disorders because I have a personality disorder and one of my major problems has been that I blame myself for everything that goes wrong. He interrupted me and said, “You don’t have a personality disorder.” And I said, “Yes, I do.” He asked what did I have and I said Borderline Personality Disorder. Then he says, “Well, I wasn’t talking about Borderlines. I was only talking about sociopaths and people like that.” That still doesn’t make what he said right, because I’m sure that sociopaths have feelings too. Anyway, he told me that he would make that distinction to the class and I said okay. Then he asks me if I was in therapy for my disorder and how’s that working for me and other such bullshit. But then he asks me if I’m sure that I’m a Borderline. I say yes I’m sure, worrying that I’ll have to give him a rundown of how I fit the criteria for the disorder. He asks me how long I’ve been in therapy and I tell him two years. He tells me that I’ve come a long way to have the courage to talk to him about this. It just made me so angry because he has no idea where I started; I do. I don’t see a lot of courage in what I did because I’ve been offended by his views since day one of the class and my best friend has been proding me even since then to talk to him about it (a course of action I was reluctant to even think about) and the whole time I talked to him I was crying, which may have been partly because he really did upset me with his views, but it also could have been partly because I cry when I’m really afraid. So, all in all I don’t think I really accomplished anything by talking to him, besides realizing that he’s even more of an asshole than I had originally thought, he really didn’t understand what I was getting at and that I would never want to have him as a therapist.
Well, today he started in about people with personality disorders again. And even though I was going to be late for my next class, I stayed after class to talk to him. I told him that he really offends me with the way he talks about people with personality disorders because I have a personality disorder and one of my major problems has been that I blame myself for everything that goes wrong. He interrupted me and said, “You don’t have a personality disorder.” And I said, “Yes, I do.” He asked what did I have and I said Borderline Personality Disorder. Then he says, “Well, I wasn’t talking about Borderlines. I was only talking about sociopaths and people like that.” That still doesn’t make what he said right, because I’m sure that sociopaths have feelings too. Anyway, he told me that he would make that distinction to the class and I said okay. Then he asks me if I was in therapy for my disorder and how’s that working for me and other such bullshit. But then he asks me if I’m sure that I’m a Borderline. I say yes I’m sure, worrying that I’ll have to give him a rundown of how I fit the criteria for the disorder. He asks me how long I’ve been in therapy and I tell him two years. He tells me that I’ve come a long way to have the courage to talk to him about this. It just made me so angry because he has no idea where I started; I do. I don’t see a lot of courage in what I did because I’ve been offended by his views since day one of the class and my best friend has been proding me even since then to talk to him about it (a course of action I was reluctant to even think about) and the whole time I talked to him I was crying, which may have been partly because he really did upset me with his views, but it also could have been partly because I cry when I’m really afraid. So, all in all I don’t think I really accomplished anything by talking to him, besides realizing that he’s even more of an asshole than I had originally thought, he really didn’t understand what I was getting at and that I would never want to have him as a therapist.