Has anybody out there had much luck with therapists? I tried going to a shrink for awhile back in 1996. But after 3 or 4 sessions I was having such a depressing effect on my therapist that I quit going out of concern for her welfare.
The first time I tried therapy it was one of those “poor people” programs. Ya know? You get free therapy in exchange for letting young interns practice on you. The shrink I got was this young German babe, about 25, just out of college. I was one of her first patients. I thought: “The poor dear. Starting out with a monster like me.” She seemed to get more distressed and disturbed with each session.
The second guy I went to, he said: “My specialty is prescribing medication.” He put me through all these blood tests, and etc, and he had all these charts and graphs and numbers. . . . I kinda’ felt like I was a car or a machine and this guy was trying to hook me up with the right 40- weight oil or something.
I think the reason so many shrinks went over-board with prescribing pills is because, frankly, they got sick of hearing their patients endlessly whining about their mothers, and etc. “Here! Just take these and shut the f up!”
Another problem I have with therapy. I’m such an egomaniac I kept thinking: “I’m telling her all these interesting stories. She should be paying ME!”
I guess finding a therapist is like finding a girlfriend. If you find the right one it can be wonderful. . . . Course, I’ve never had much like in that department, either.