Well, that was worse then I have imagined. And I was scared shitless of today.
I have not had a single positive experience with medical professionals in my life *, so I was delaying getting professional help as long as possible.
Today was my first meeting with a someone. It was for an psychiatric outpatient clinic. I was immediately suspect when she at first did not want my partner to come in with me. I insisted. Then she did not know what PTSD stands for, and was super freaking wierd about that, she only knew the german abbreviation.
I had a list with my symptoms and traumatic experiences and told her all about it. Well, tried. It became really interesting. For example: I talked in length about the protracted death of my grandmother, only for her to ask 2 minutes later "Is she still alive?" That kept happening, again, and again. I got furios. "As I JUST TOLD YOU, ONE SECOND AGO......." I said when it happened the billionth time.
She was polish and her german sucked. She was cold as ice and condescending in a way that would make Voldemort go "Not okay lady."
But I could deal. She then got super mega focused on two things: I mentioned that I wrote a trauma diary on this forum, which was helpfull in remembering my past, as I had forgotten even my dead brother and all, and that I once smoked weed. Bamm, total fixation on these things. "Just because a forum says...." she would start and I go "Not the forum. Why you keep talking about the forum? The f*cking DSM5. Look it up. Do it." She would not. Total obnoxious questions about my, years ago, short lived weed habit.
I was super cool and friendly, polite throughout the whole bullshit ordeal, but in the end I lost it.
She started yepping on about that my traumatic experiences where not traumatic enough, and just because a forum on the internet says I have PTSD, I dont have it.
"Lady." I said "The forum has nothing to do with it. Stop it. My experiences fall flatly in the DSM5 criterions for PTSD. Look it up. That is a fact, not at opinion."
All throughout she asked the wierdest, dumbest questions. "If school was difficult, how could you graduate?" "Well, grades were very bad and I scratched by just barely." "Yes, but you graduated. So it cant have been so bad." "Excuse me?" Eugh.
And then, and I f*cking kid you not, that dirty old hag dared to say:
"Not to be disrespectfull" -of course in the most disrespectfull tone possible- "but if you had PTSD half of germany would, too."
I just hauled ass ouf of there that very instant, otherwise I would have wrecked her office. I literary saw red like this only once or twice before in my life. Knew I needed to remove myself from the situation or it would turn very, very ugly and fast. I stormed out of the building, nearly bumping into a nurse, and was shaking all over and my legs were numb.
Now I just want to get f*cking drunk and/or go back and wreck her shit. I will do neither, of course, but goddamit... I feel super ill now and empty.
I hope I have better luck with my other appointments. This sucks...
*exception: dental doctors
tl;dr: :mad::banghead::mad::banghead::mad::banghead::dead:
I have not had a single positive experience with medical professionals in my life *, so I was delaying getting professional help as long as possible.
Today was my first meeting with a someone. It was for an psychiatric outpatient clinic. I was immediately suspect when she at first did not want my partner to come in with me. I insisted. Then she did not know what PTSD stands for, and was super freaking wierd about that, she only knew the german abbreviation.
I had a list with my symptoms and traumatic experiences and told her all about it. Well, tried. It became really interesting. For example: I talked in length about the protracted death of my grandmother, only for her to ask 2 minutes later "Is she still alive?" That kept happening, again, and again. I got furios. "As I JUST TOLD YOU, ONE SECOND AGO......." I said when it happened the billionth time.
She was polish and her german sucked. She was cold as ice and condescending in a way that would make Voldemort go "Not okay lady."
But I could deal. She then got super mega focused on two things: I mentioned that I wrote a trauma diary on this forum, which was helpfull in remembering my past, as I had forgotten even my dead brother and all, and that I once smoked weed. Bamm, total fixation on these things. "Just because a forum says...." she would start and I go "Not the forum. Why you keep talking about the forum? The f*cking DSM5. Look it up. Do it." She would not. Total obnoxious questions about my, years ago, short lived weed habit.
I was super cool and friendly, polite throughout the whole bullshit ordeal, but in the end I lost it.
She started yepping on about that my traumatic experiences where not traumatic enough, and just because a forum on the internet says I have PTSD, I dont have it.
"Lady." I said "The forum has nothing to do with it. Stop it. My experiences fall flatly in the DSM5 criterions for PTSD. Look it up. That is a fact, not at opinion."
All throughout she asked the wierdest, dumbest questions. "If school was difficult, how could you graduate?" "Well, grades were very bad and I scratched by just barely." "Yes, but you graduated. So it cant have been so bad." "Excuse me?" Eugh.
And then, and I f*cking kid you not, that dirty old hag dared to say:
"Not to be disrespectfull" -of course in the most disrespectfull tone possible- "but if you had PTSD half of germany would, too."
I just hauled ass ouf of there that very instant, otherwise I would have wrecked her office. I literary saw red like this only once or twice before in my life. Knew I needed to remove myself from the situation or it would turn very, very ugly and fast. I stormed out of the building, nearly bumping into a nurse, and was shaking all over and my legs were numb.
Now I just want to get f*cking drunk and/or go back and wreck her shit. I will do neither, of course, but goddamit... I feel super ill now and empty.
I hope I have better luck with my other appointments. This sucks...
*exception: dental doctors
tl;dr: :mad::banghead::mad::banghead::mad::banghead::dead: