Friday, June 15, 2012
When you see...
...a doctor, aren't you supposed to feel better when you leave than when you got there. I saw the "psychiatrist" on Tuesday and you would think that as I left the office, I would finally have some hope of getting the help I have been seeking for over 6 weeks. Instead, once again, I felt the sting of humiliation and despair. "you won't get the emergency assistance and you will be homeless, you better face up to that, and I really don't think you qualify for disability either" My interpretation... Why don't you get off your fat lazy ass and get a job you loser. Oh yeah, and no meds either. Just go home and cry some more, who cares. I don't ask for help until I really need it and then to not get it is just......................
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