I'm already in psychotherapy, I didn't make an appointment with a psychiatrist to start therapy, I wanted to consult some things that I've been experiencing, but then she was like "but did you immediately apologize for your behavior?" it really isn't the point whether I apologized immediately, later on or not at all, the behavior itself was the issue, bitch why are you focusing on stuff that don't matter anymore?
She was asking me about details of a conversation I had years ago even though I previously told her I have some memory issues. But no, what did you tell him then? Did you react at all? What was your tone? Did you say something or just thought it? Bitch I DON'T REMEMBER.
And then, at the end she asks if my partner is planning on proposing. I did not mention any relationship issues. At all. So when I tell her it most likely won't happen for a few years she starts preaching about guys being motivated to marry if they don't get sex before marriage. Like wtf, I literally didn't say we had any issues, didn't mention marriage or kids or even religion. I told her we're together for 10 years, living together for a few years already so we're practically married. She asks if I'm a believer, I tell her no and she lets out a deflated "Oh." Yeah, bitch, oh, nobody asked you. I'm not even going to get into why sex is the worst reason why anybody should want to marry anyone.
Basically she was insensitively triggering my traumas with my sister and her husband, although I'm sure she didn't mean to do that. Still insensitive tho. Or at least wasn't what I expected.
So I'm kind of re-traumatised and pissed. She wasn't completely bad but there were some things that seriously threw me off.
She did prescribe some soft antidepressant. And even gave me a leave from work but *drumroll please* I completely lost memory of from when and till when, and the system at my work still didn't get the info, so I'm not sure when I'm supposed to go back and even better, I'm not sure whether I'm even on leave immediately or maybe since Tuesday or something. I texted her to find out but she didn't respond. Next day I called to that medical center but apparently no psychiatrist was working on Friday so yeah... Fun, huh?
But there's also some good news. Ash and I are moving tomorrow to the new place we just rented. No more quarantine with grandma's prayers, TV and other annoyance
