Therapists always ask impossible questions. Like, how long have you had anxiety?: well, I'm only just now realizing that these physical symptoms are, in fact, anxiety..so instead of it being a very recent thing like I had thought, I'm starting to remember these feelings stretching way back into adolescence. Or, how long have you been depressed?: when I'm depressed I feel like I was born depressed, and when I'm happy I feel like my whole life has been good. But all they want is to write down a 2-3 word phrase so I have to sum it up into something much less accurate, like 6 months. The counselor who did my last psych eval asked me if I had good judgment. wtf kind of question is that? And saying "it depends on the situation" is not a good enough answer, so she wrote down "Fair/Poor." Thanks lady. Clearly telling you about the few times I've had poor judgment entitles you to negate all the great things I have accomplished in my life despite having several freaking mental disorders.
Rant over, I'm too tired to complain about it anymore.
