Therapists

I used to be mentally ill when I was 13/14 and I didn't need any therapy or meds to get better, I just got better with time after realizing my life wasn't as shit as I was making it out to be. (And because of my irl situation improving)
I have a friend who says that I should be taking meds or going to therapy because I'm still mentally unstable or whatever, but I don't believe in those things.
they hate the neurodivergent because they can see things distinctly and call them out for their jewish evildoings
 
Therapy actually makes me feel worse, just the act of going inherently reinforces that you are mentally ill (therefore depression inducing), I live in a small town so trying to actually get there is a pain in the ass (therefore anxiety inducing) and if the therapist helps at all (which they usually don't) it's instantly cancelled out by the other things I described. Psychiatry is bullshit too and should only be used in extreme cases like acute psychosis and BPD that can't be treated any other way. Unless they could prescribe psychedelic therapy (which they can't); DMT helped me more than any therapy and I've also heard good things about ketamine for depression.
 
I live in a small town so trying to actually get there is a pain in the ass (therefore anxiety inducing) and if the therapist helps at all (which they usually don't)
Yea, I could vividly remember how I was about to lose my shit due to how exhausting it was to actually have to go all the way from my home straight to one cunt's office for "therapy" only to then get brutally reminded that she wasn't the one I needed for my OCD. With the long ass trip, plus the dissapointment that came after just made my OCD and anxiety worse. It made me feel true despair, thinking there wasn't any solution for me. And I had to go through this process several times until I finally found a cunt that was specialised in OCD and even then she could barely make any progress. The only thing she could do is give me a couple of mental exercises and remind me constantly that I have OCD and to not indulge in these anxious thoughts. Eventually I've healed from that bs years ago, but no thanks to them. I had to fix my shit by myself.

Now that I remember this, it's fucking ragefueling that the only way to actually get the right therapist was to actually fucking self diagnose myself because these fucking retarded cunts are incompetent to figure out what the problem of their patient is and even when I told my psychiatrist that my symptoms are similar to that of OCD, I was met with disregard because this cunt probably thought I was like one of those retarded teenage fags that use mental illness as an identity. I had to give her a rundown of my daily life only to then have her be like "yea, he might have OCD". YOU DON'T THINK SO? THAT'S WHAT I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU, BUT YOU KEPT IGNORING ME! :angry:

Maybe I can't blame her that much, because due to the fact that mental illness became so mainstream to the point that teen roastie cunts would larp everywhere thinking they have BPD, DID, depression or any other mental illness without knowing what those conditions are even I would be like "no you're faking that, gtfo my office with your stupid shit".

But even then the fact that most normaloids (my mom included) are so in denial and disregard that worst shit could happen to anybody is the reason why most niggas get the wrong diagnoses with banal illnesses such as depression (the meme illness) only to then get the wrong treatment and then their lives getting worse than it already was. Psychology is a circus and the people running it (foids and normies) are fucking clowns. :cage:

The only way to truly deal with whatever the fuck you have is through drugs that nullify whatever symptoms you have or become your own psychologist, figure what's the shit that ticks you and fix it yourself. The best thing a psychologist can do is give you a blowjob. (in minecraft ofc :gigachud:) Other than that, they're useless and drain the money out of you.
 
The only way to truly deal with whatever the fuck you have is through drugs that nullify whatever symptoms you have or become your own psychologist, figure what's the shit that ticks you and fix it yourself. The best thing a psychologist can do is give you a blowjob. (in minecraft ofc :gigachud:) Other than that, they're useless and drain the money out of you.
if it truly comes to a dead end then i would justify drugs as being necessary but the best answer would be to just find it within yourself (and with the assistance of a higher being)
if you get to truly know yourself well, the chances of any future mental problems diminishes, and with the help of a higher being, you can easily rerail yourself to a good path again, it also eliminates a lot of possible future problems, in general its absolutely necessary if you don't want to stay a loudmouthed slacker all your life
 
Yea, I could vividly remember how I was about to lose my shit due to how exhausting it was to actually have to go all the way from my home straight to one cunt's office for "therapy" only to then get brutally reminded that she wasn't the one I needed for my OCD. With the long ass trip, plus the dissapointment that came after just made my OCD and anxiety worse. It made me feel true despair, thinking there wasn't any solution for me. And I had to go through this process several times until I finally found a cunt that was specialised in OCD and even then she could barely make any progress. The only thing she could do is give me a couple of mental exercises and remind me constantly that I have OCD and to not indulge in these anxious thoughts. Eventually I've healed from that bs years ago, but no thanks to them. I had to fix my shit by myself.

Now that I remember this, it's fucking ragefueling that the only way to actually get the right therapist was to actually fucking self diagnose myself because these fucking retarded cunts are incompetent to figure out what the problem of their patient is and even when I told my psychiatrist that my symptoms are similar to that of OCD, I was met with disregard because this cunt probably thought I was like one of those retarded teenage fags that use mental illness as an identity. I had to give her a rundown of my daily life only to then have her be like "yea, he might have OCD". YOU DON'T THINK SO? THAT'S WHAT I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU, BUT YOU KEPT IGNORING ME! :angry:

Maybe I can't blame her that much, because due to the fact that mental illness became so mainstream to the point that teen roastie cunts would larp everywhere thinking they have BPD, DID, depression or any other mental illness without knowing what those conditions are even I would be like "no you're faking that, gtfo my office with your stupid shit".

But even then the fact that most normaloids (my mom included) are so in denial and disregard that worst shit could happen to anybody is the reason why most niggas get the wrong diagnoses with banal illnesses such as depression (the meme illness) only to then get the wrong treatment and then their lives getting worse than it already was. Psychology is a circus and the people running it (foids and normies) are fucking clowns. :cage:

The only way to truly deal with whatever the fuck you have is through drugs that nullify whatever symptoms you have or become your own psychologist, figure what's the shit that ticks you and fix it yourself. The best thing a psychologist can do is give you a blowjob. (in minecraft ofc :gigachud:) Other than that, they're useless and drain the money out of you.
OCD is legit horrible and so is the process of getting diagnosed with it. My dad told my psychiatrist about how my knuckles were bleeding from the amount of handwashing I did (plus how one of the sink handles is loose from me tapping on it over & over) and she didn't give two shits. I have to schedule my life around my compulsions, I've had moments where I've stood over the sink and just started crying because I don't want to engage in the subconscious compulsions my mind forces me to.
Yet it basically has no meaning anymore, thanks to it becoming a euphemism for orderly people & TikTok faggots.
 
Yea, I could vividly remember how I was about to lose my shit due to how exhausting it was to actually have to go all the way from my home straight to one cunt's office for "therapy" only to then get brutally reminded that she wasn't the one I needed for my OCD. With the long ass trip, plus the dissapointment that came after just made my OCD and anxiety worse. It made me feel true despair, thinking there wasn't any solution for me. And I had to go through this process several times until I finally found a cunt that was specialised in OCD and even then she could barely make any progress. The only thing she could do is give me a couple of mental exercises and remind me constantly that I have OCD and to not indulge in these anxious thoughts. Eventually I've healed from that bs years ago, but no thanks to them. I had to fix my shit by myself.

Now that I remember this, it's fucking ragefueling that the only way to actually get the right therapist was to actually fucking self diagnose myself because these fucking retarded cunts are incompetent to figure out what the problem of their patient is and even when I told my psychiatrist that my symptoms are similar to that of OCD, I was met with disregard because this cunt probably thought I was like one of those retarded teenage fags that use mental illness as an identity. I had to give her a rundown of my daily life only to then have her be like "yea, he might have OCD". YOU DON'T THINK SO? THAT'S WHAT I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU, BUT YOU KEPT IGNORING ME! :angry:

Maybe I can't blame her that much, because due to the fact that mental illness became so mainstream to the point that teen roastie cunts would larp everywhere thinking they have BPD, DID, depression or any other mental illness without knowing what those conditions are even I would be like "no you're faking that, gtfo my office with your stupid shit".

But even then the fact that most normaloids (my mom included) are so in denial and disregard that worst shit could happen to anybody is the reason why most niggas get the wrong diagnoses with banal illnesses such as depression (the meme illness) only to then get the wrong treatment and then their lives getting worse than it already was. Psychology is a circus and the people running it (foids and normies) are fucking clowns. :cage:

The only way to truly deal with whatever the fuck you have is through drugs that nullify whatever symptoms you have or become your own psychologist, figure what's the shit that ticks you and fix it yourself. The best thing a psychologist can do is give you a blowjob. (in minecraft ofc :gigachud:) Other than that, they're useless and drain the money out of you.
Therapists are Babylonian level of gae. Most of em bleed out their ass due to sodomy and go by he/they bios in real life. That’s why I moved to the countryside to get away from all this bs fake normie coddling.
 
Therapists are Babylonian level of gae. Most of em bleed out their ass due to sodomy and go by he/they bios in real life. That’s why I moved to the countryside to get away from all this bs fake normie coddling.
Trust me, even boomer/gen x fags are obnoxious to talk to. They're so ignorant, so narcissistic, so high and mighty that it's no wonder millenials and some zoomers became the fags they are today. I had to deal with incompetent shits in hopes of actually getting rid of OCD only to be met with dissapointment after dissapointment. And when I finally found what I was looking for, even then the treatment was basically distracting yourself from the problem jfl :cage:

The only thing useful about those sessions was teaching me how my OCD works and that's about it.

Psychology as a science, works. But as a form of treating mental illness, nada. It isn't like in one of those TV scenes where the psychologist does some random bullshit and somehow he hypnotises his patient. Again, jfl at normies for falling for this. :cage:
 
I remember last year I was having a real rough time with things (don’t remember what, it was pretty insignificant) and my dad asked me if I wanted to give therapy a try.
For 4 weeks I had to visit a soulless middle aged woman to talk to me about my problems for 20 dollars per session. Didn’t even help she was just telling me random psychology nonsense. If you say something they consider as suicidal they ask you to come with them and make it a huge fucking deal
Kept me in urgent care for 5 entire hours asking me the same questions over and over. Ridiculous
Wait, why were you in urgent care for five hours? What happened?
 
she didn't give two shits.
Psychology as a science, works. But as a form of treating mental illness, nada.
No, the scientists ignore OCD because it is a result of vaccine damage. Stop trusting the science and start trusting the Trinity.

The Holy Spirit is the true healer. Seek the Son if you want true healing. The Holy Spirit will detoxify your mind.
 
I sort of agree, I don't hate therapists as a monolith, but I despise the ones who chase easy money by either:

• Doing the bare minimum on their job.
• Choosing to attend to people who barely need psychological help.
• Proceeding at a slow pace and trying to squeeze the patient into as many appointments as possible.

Shortly after starting my 2nd year of elementary school, some of my teachers communicated to my mother that my articulation was lacking (I couldn't pronounce some letters correctly). Thus, my parents decided to put me in speech therapy (on a weekly basis) at a governmental community center.

About 7 months later, I was discharged when the pedagogue stated that I had made significant progress on my speech skills and I could continue improving on my own.

Midway through my time there, my parents also put me on weekly sessions (which were scheduled right before the speech ones) with a pediatric therapist, due to a recommendation of the pedagogue when I told her I didn't have any friends at school.

However, this therapist was a lazy as shit: he always made me solve the same two puzzles or put toy blocks (I don't remember the brand but they weren't LEGOs) together in different shapes.
He never let me talk to him about my issues (which were mainly poor social skills) and argued that I had to do those activities first because "they helped develop my brain so I could understand his therapy".

Fortunately, my parents listened to my complaints after 6 or 7 appointments with him, and I only had to attend speech therapy (which wasn't actually bad) after that.
 
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