Three Hundred & Eighty Nine

Theme: Mental Illness & Crappy Counsellors.

In march I did a quick quiz online (see the post here) so I thought I would do the quiz again to see if anything has changed. Results are the same. If you want me to be honest, the quiz results make it all seem worse then it really is. I don't have dependency issues, I'm not schizotypal or whatever. If I am, then I'm clearly in denial.  Although I do have depression, but after having it for years it's not something that I feel that need's a great deal of discussion. I also think its getting better lately, it's not a cause for concern. Anyway, the main purpose of this entry was to discuss shitty counsellors that I've had to endure over the years, so here we go. I won't name the counsellors, I'll just give them a letter.

A                                                                                                                                                                          

The first ever counsellor I ever had. Only saw him once as I was so upset by what he had said. I had first lost my virginity back in June 2008. I had some issue's with the person I lost it with and when I went to the counsellor to discuss this with him, he interrogated me so much and I genuinely felt threatened. I mean, yeah I was under-age so I guess it was his duty to ask me questions. But he was also being really judgemental about it. "You do know your under-age, right?" and adding patronizing tone's to what he was saying. I wanted out as soon as. The worst thing he said, was "You do know he just used you and you will never see him again. He got what he wanted and that's it." I was only fifteen when all this happened. I felt ugly and had such a low self esteem, that just wasn't much of a lifter at all.

B                                                                                                                                                                
Best counsellor ever! It was like going out to starbucks with a friend. She would tell you things about her life (positive thing's) and you would do the same back. It helped me to relax knowing that I knew at least at least a little bit about the person who I was talking to. She never looked down at you or used some crappy patronising tone like A did. My only regret is that I never let her in enough to help me. I wonder if she knew that. Anyway, when I was finally getting the courage to really tell her thing's the school I was attending decided to cut her due to cost. Good move school, good move.

C                                                                                                                                                                
If I was a counsellor, I would be exactly what you was like. Nosey. You didn't give a crap about anything I was saying, you was just in it for the bloody gossip.

D                                                                                                                                                                
I don't even know where to start with you. There was a huge barrier between us because I just wouldn't let you in. You seemed to dumb to even realise that. It's not good when you go to your counsellor that just so happens to also piss you off. He kept referring to me as "my friend". I'm not your friend. I don't go to the pub with you, I don't have a laugh with you or send you jokey texts. I come to you to moan. Sit there, and listen. Non of this friend shit. Another issue is when I was serious about a subject you just...laughed. Which by the way, raised my confidence in you so damn much! Prick. We kept going round and round in circles discussing issue's that barley even affected my life. You were asking all the wrong questions and doing everything so wrong. I used to leave your office thinking: