shandemonium
Silver Member
I have never started a thread so I'm a little scared. Still new here (about a month?). I have a lot to go over and feel bad writing so much, hang in there folks... I'm sorry...
I will try and give the background briefly to get to my real question for all of you:
The very first therapist I ever saw was when I was 13 and in a group home. It was required for living there. She was nice and all, but probably fresh out of grad school and would give retarded suggestions like "have a meal once a week together as a family" when my mother was violent, abusive, crazy, and both parents drinking and violent beating me and each other. Strike one for therapy.
Two years of homes, living on the streets from about 13-15yrs then I was shipped off to FL to live with distant relatives. Long story...that's the brief version.
Therapist #2 was this guy my guardians/foster parents paid for 3 sessions to "help me adjust" and it was this guy who could barely remember anything I told him and barely paid attention to what I was saying. Strike 2 for therapy.
There are literally 5 more stories like this that lead us all the way up to the present, so I won't list them out (I am currently 30).
Then a miracle happened. I was 24 and living in a camper in the ghetto, parked around; camping under BART tracks and being harassed by crackheads and cops. I was secretly planning my suicide, then something incredible happened. I received help from an unexpected source. (this is also long story). He was a "healer", a medium (talks to dead people), and all sorts of other weird stuff. He helped me in a way that no one has before and coached me for a year without asking for any money at all. He just wanted to help bc he knew how much I was suffering. He never was creepy or mean, he was a loving and kind (and strange lol) man.
His name was Jason, and after accomplishing the largest achievement of my life (I became a homeowner) he died very suddenly of a brain aneurism. He never even got to see my house :(
That was 4.5 years ago and I have been slipping back down the tunnel. I passed 2 kidney stones a week after he died (never had them before) and have tried to find some support recently without any luck.
So here I am in the present on Google for therapists, making phone calls and talking to one douchebag-fake greedy-money-grubbing so-called "therapist" to another. It is heartbreaking. I feel hatred for them. I feel their lack of concern. I feel money is their top priority. I feel the disconnected "clinical" approach like I'm some kind of f*cking lab rat.
I live in Oakland, CA (I'm not afraid to tell ppl on the internet because Oakland'll kill you before you come to kill me lol) so I live in a hostile place full of angry hostile people who are selfish and only care for themselves. I have been here 8 years and have not made one real friend. I hate this place and I feel like there is no love in the Bay Area.
I have only a part-time job, no insurance. Before you suggest it, I have tried those cheap "therapists-in-training" places. 3 of them actually. What a f*cking joke! That lady in the group home was less retarded than these people. I am trying to get Medi-Cal as we speak; I have very little faith in the county system and it's not exactly my first round with the county, ya know?
Please forgive me as I don't mean any offense. I read everyone else's posts about their "T" and I feel a little jealous I admit. It seems like people are being helped by therapy and I'm in this f*cking Twilight Zone of love-less-incompetent-money-grubbing-thieves who should be ashamed of themselves. I am very angry and every time I make another one of those "I charge $140 an hour/I don't take credit cards/call me back when you have money" calls I will give up on the idea entirely. that feels hopeless too.
It's like f*cking Bigfoot. Ya know, some people swear he's real, but I've never seen him. That's how I see "good therapists" They are like bigfoot unicorn toothfairies...
I stated my local area on purpose hoping maybe some of you are in the Bay and know someone who is compassionate and not all about the money. Maybe I need to move to a small town? I am making a plan to leave this area.
I feel betrayed by therapy. I feel like it's a joke. I feel so angry and hurt by EVERY therapist I have talked to in the last 3 weeks. Thankfully, I at least found this website. You all mean a lot to me even though we never met.
I want to be proven wrong about therapists. I'm not here to rant about how much I hate them (sorry for that btw). I want to find another person like Jason, or at least a therapist who actually helps people.
Any successful therapy stories? Referrals to people in San Francisco Bay Area? Alternatives? Thanks for reading this long-ass post!
I will try and give the background briefly to get to my real question for all of you:
The very first therapist I ever saw was when I was 13 and in a group home. It was required for living there. She was nice and all, but probably fresh out of grad school and would give retarded suggestions like "have a meal once a week together as a family" when my mother was violent, abusive, crazy, and both parents drinking and violent beating me and each other. Strike one for therapy.
Two years of homes, living on the streets from about 13-15yrs then I was shipped off to FL to live with distant relatives. Long story...that's the brief version.
Therapist #2 was this guy my guardians/foster parents paid for 3 sessions to "help me adjust" and it was this guy who could barely remember anything I told him and barely paid attention to what I was saying. Strike 2 for therapy.
There are literally 5 more stories like this that lead us all the way up to the present, so I won't list them out (I am currently 30).
Then a miracle happened. I was 24 and living in a camper in the ghetto, parked around; camping under BART tracks and being harassed by crackheads and cops. I was secretly planning my suicide, then something incredible happened. I received help from an unexpected source. (this is also long story). He was a "healer", a medium (talks to dead people), and all sorts of other weird stuff. He helped me in a way that no one has before and coached me for a year without asking for any money at all. He just wanted to help bc he knew how much I was suffering. He never was creepy or mean, he was a loving and kind (and strange lol) man.
His name was Jason, and after accomplishing the largest achievement of my life (I became a homeowner) he died very suddenly of a brain aneurism. He never even got to see my house :(
That was 4.5 years ago and I have been slipping back down the tunnel. I passed 2 kidney stones a week after he died (never had them before) and have tried to find some support recently without any luck.
So here I am in the present on Google for therapists, making phone calls and talking to one douchebag-fake greedy-money-grubbing so-called "therapist" to another. It is heartbreaking. I feel hatred for them. I feel their lack of concern. I feel money is their top priority. I feel the disconnected "clinical" approach like I'm some kind of f*cking lab rat.
I live in Oakland, CA (I'm not afraid to tell ppl on the internet because Oakland'll kill you before you come to kill me lol) so I live in a hostile place full of angry hostile people who are selfish and only care for themselves. I have been here 8 years and have not made one real friend. I hate this place and I feel like there is no love in the Bay Area.
I have only a part-time job, no insurance. Before you suggest it, I have tried those cheap "therapists-in-training" places. 3 of them actually. What a f*cking joke! That lady in the group home was less retarded than these people. I am trying to get Medi-Cal as we speak; I have very little faith in the county system and it's not exactly my first round with the county, ya know?
Please forgive me as I don't mean any offense. I read everyone else's posts about their "T" and I feel a little jealous I admit. It seems like people are being helped by therapy and I'm in this f*cking Twilight Zone of love-less-incompetent-money-grubbing-thieves who should be ashamed of themselves. I am very angry and every time I make another one of those "I charge $140 an hour/I don't take credit cards/call me back when you have money" calls I will give up on the idea entirely. that feels hopeless too.
It's like f*cking Bigfoot. Ya know, some people swear he's real, but I've never seen him. That's how I see "good therapists" They are like bigfoot unicorn toothfairies...
I stated my local area on purpose hoping maybe some of you are in the Bay and know someone who is compassionate and not all about the money. Maybe I need to move to a small town? I am making a plan to leave this area.
I feel betrayed by therapy. I feel like it's a joke. I feel so angry and hurt by EVERY therapist I have talked to in the last 3 weeks. Thankfully, I at least found this website. You all mean a lot to me even though we never met.
I want to be proven wrong about therapists. I'm not here to rant about how much I hate them (sorry for that btw). I want to find another person like Jason, or at least a therapist who actually helps people.
Any successful therapy stories? Referrals to people in San Francisco Bay Area? Alternatives? Thanks for reading this long-ass post!