So I'm coming back to Psychiatry and Boundaries. An INTELLIGENT professional is AWARE. When approaching the patient, the professional understands that the patient is not him/her. The patient is not your reflection. Residents are not eye candy. They can on occasion be smarter than you. Just because you're not talking does not mean time has stopped.
Tax Trauma and Mipolar Misorder
Another good way to develop PTSD is to do twice what the next person does. For example, get a job at a tax company. Work out of two offices. Take the day shift. Accept every walk in. Go nuts. End tax season barely knowing what day it is. Complete twice as many returns as a similar level preparer who uses it as thier main gig.
You push hard enough, you don't need an adhd or a bipolar to make it official.
Epitaph
Here lies Ashes and Dust's Psychiatry Career...
He was born...
He played...
She talked...
She learned...
He argued...
He programmed...
He listened...
He carried...
She Taxed...
She wrote...
She cooked...
She cleaned...
He was a teammate and captain...
He traveled and endured...
He learned to live again...
He continued to walk, not run.
Rest in Pieces.
Now if y'all shrinks don't mind, I need to de-DSM, de-medicalize, de-perfectionize, and de-traumatize this state a bit. So as much as I know you hate me, I'll be spreading the word... I'll grab my incense and go around throwing it in the air like holy water...
Drugs are bad! Mmmmmkay!?!
DSMs are bad! Mmmmkay?!?
Oh brother where art thou? Oh yes, on the other side. Accountability is a bitch. Dead or alive, people will know the dangers of toxic masculinity, Bipolar bullshit, Medicalized Perfectionism, and the insanity that is Psychiatry... You've given me my life's purpose. You did think you were Gods. Well, sometimes what you create turns against you. If you spout enough bullshit, it can happen. You do it long enough, you create a life's purpose. And potentially some legal action. You want me to give it up? You drop your rocks, I'll drop mine. But please don't ask me to talk or run around. I'm tired. If you need something, put it in writing so I can have three different people verify and hold you to it. I'm tired of this shit.
You can't medicate this shit away. It simply doesn't happen. I think two comas proved that.
This is miseducation, moving standards and high standards. This is poor boundaries and greed. This is what it looks like. Take a good look. Here it is. I'm tired of hiding it. You fuck up this state. We'll have a problem. Go ahead, ship me out. Demonize me. Bipolarize me. Dehumanize me. Do all the Izings. Do the Isms. The Sexisms and the racisms and all that. Pass the guilt and the blame and the anger around. Go ahead. You wanna shut me up? I'm 43. I'm human I can die. People will still know. You can rebrand PRISMA. You can lie to me. People will find out. I may not be that smart. But people figure things out. You can play this hospital against that, this center against that, this state against that, this doctor against that. You wanna bury me? You're coming too. We all die someday. Plenty of shovels. We can dig graves or we can dig out foundations and build things. But my energy is limited. As far as I know the FBI has eyes on me. And yes I know the law and I know your damned DSM. Just leave it alone. Back off Angry, and let angry back off too.
If you want to hear my words, you can read. Text. Email. Website. Voicemail, but I may respond via text communication or a professional. I'm tired. Don't push me. You can't reprogram people nor drug them away. You put them in comas that way. Waste of resources if you ask me. I'm not perfect, I'm just pissed off. Don't play with fire. You get burnt that way.
People keep trying to influence me or shut me up. Now I have to file reports with this State/Federal Agency and screen all communications. It's exhausting me. GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. I'M NOT THAT IMPORTANT AND I'M NOT THAT DANGEROUS. I just have a job to do. I'm getting federal funds. Might as well help the federal government keep this state clean and healthy.
Tired
I go to sleep tired. I wake up tired. Antipsychotics can increase energy by suppressing abstract thinking and numbing you out, but then they interfere with daily functioning. They make no sense. Yet the force medicators will run to them till the end of time. Because we want our men macho! Numb! Fucking bullshit. Go back to medical school. 🙄
Energy comes from other places too. Food. Rest. Sleep. Reasonable expectations. A lack of excessive medical treatment. I know your dsm. Much like the tax code. Go back to medical school. You are not gods. Go on vacation. Go home. Stop fucking up south carolina. Stop fucking with me. You want angry to back off? Then back the fuck off angry.
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