Why is it that people just don't understand mental health problems...
Including doctors?
Long story short, I'd been having a lot of depressive episodes again. I confronted my fears and went to see a psychiatrist. It was weird. The couches were the huge and puffy couches that tried to eat you when you sat down in them. I went in, talked to the guy and it wasn't as bad as I expected. He was actually really nice. We talked for a while and he agreed that I should increase the dosage of prozac. Unfortunately he couldn't actually do the prescription himself, because I guess the psychologist has to be the one to actually prescribe the medicines. Joy. Unfortunately it was a friday and the psychologist only comes on thursdays. Double Joy. Did I mention it's finals week this week? Triple joy. So he decided to see if the health center doctor could write me a prescription. Turns out he could, so I had to come back an hour later to talk to the doctor.
And the doctor was the biggest asshole I have ever met.
Seriously, for a doctor prescribing antidepressents, he was incredibly insensitive. Now I understand that it's general protical when giving out antidepressents to ask if you've ever considered suicide. Typically they use those words. But does he say that? Of course not.
Our conversation went something like this:
"Have you ever wanted to do yourself in?"
"What???"
"Have. You. Ever. Wanted. To. Do. Yourself. In.?"
...wtf? and just the entire time he was incredibly condescending and it was just a really unpleasent experience. I mean, seriously, I'm used to people being judgemental about affective disorders, but c'mon now... a doctor?
I'm still debating whether or not I should mention something to Jan, the worlds sweetest nurse practitioner at the health center. I mean, yeah, it's something I can deal with, but other people on antidepressents might be to the point where they won't be able to take that type of attitude, especially from a doctor, you know? As much as I hate standing up for myself, if he treated me that way, chances are that's how he's going to act to anyone, you know?
I just don't understand how people just don't get that just because it's a mood disorder it doesn't mean it's not a medical condition and should be treated as such. You don't choose to have depression any more than you choose to get any other illness. Seriously, if it was a choice, who the hell would choose to feel like shit? No one.
People frustrate me sometimes.
Fortunately after the appointment I had an amazing night. We had a prerush event for next semester that was a wonderful SAI cookie bake. It was cool cause not only did we get to meet some new potential pledges, Tina, who graduated last year and was both SAI pres. and section leader, came back to visit and hang out with us and it was a ton of fun. It was a lot of fun to see how perfectly some of the kids just fit right in and it was a great night of random bandgeekyness. :]
Lots of love,
♥ Bread ♥
Long story short, I'd been having a lot of depressive episodes again. I confronted my fears and went to see a psychiatrist. It was weird. The couches were the huge and puffy couches that tried to eat you when you sat down in them. I went in, talked to the guy and it wasn't as bad as I expected. He was actually really nice. We talked for a while and he agreed that I should increase the dosage of prozac. Unfortunately he couldn't actually do the prescription himself, because I guess the psychologist has to be the one to actually prescribe the medicines. Joy. Unfortunately it was a friday and the psychologist only comes on thursdays. Double Joy. Did I mention it's finals week this week? Triple joy. So he decided to see if the health center doctor could write me a prescription. Turns out he could, so I had to come back an hour later to talk to the doctor.
And the doctor was the biggest asshole I have ever met.
Seriously, for a doctor prescribing antidepressents, he was incredibly insensitive. Now I understand that it's general protical when giving out antidepressents to ask if you've ever considered suicide. Typically they use those words. But does he say that? Of course not.
Our conversation went something like this:
"Have you ever wanted to do yourself in?"
"What???"
"Have. You. Ever. Wanted. To. Do. Yourself. In.?"
...wtf? and just the entire time he was incredibly condescending and it was just a really unpleasent experience. I mean, seriously, I'm used to people being judgemental about affective disorders, but c'mon now... a doctor?
I'm still debating whether or not I should mention something to Jan, the worlds sweetest nurse practitioner at the health center. I mean, yeah, it's something I can deal with, but other people on antidepressents might be to the point where they won't be able to take that type of attitude, especially from a doctor, you know? As much as I hate standing up for myself, if he treated me that way, chances are that's how he's going to act to anyone, you know?
I just don't understand how people just don't get that just because it's a mood disorder it doesn't mean it's not a medical condition and should be treated as such. You don't choose to have depression any more than you choose to get any other illness. Seriously, if it was a choice, who the hell would choose to feel like shit? No one.
People frustrate me sometimes.
Fortunately after the appointment I had an amazing night. We had a prerush event for next semester that was a wonderful SAI cookie bake. It was cool cause not only did we get to meet some new potential pledges, Tina, who graduated last year and was both SAI pres. and section leader, came back to visit and hang out with us and it was a ton of fun. It was a lot of fun to see how perfectly some of the kids just fit right in and it was a great night of random bandgeekyness. :]
Lots of love,
♥ Bread ♥