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Doctor: Eat your food.
Me: My stomach kind of hurts.
Doctor: Eat it.
Me: I can't. My stomach hurts.
Doctor: Do you have an eating disorder?
Me: Uh, no. I like food. I just don't feel good.
Doctor: No, I think you have an eating disorder.
Me: What? No...I really don't.
Doctor: You need to calm down and cooperate.
Me: I am calm.
Doctor: Do you want us to force the food into you. You're sick. You have an eating disorder.
Me: Yeah. OK you're right. Whatever helps you sleep at night, doc.
Doctor: It's time for group therapy.
Me: -is crying- Ok, just give me a minute. I'm having a slight panic attack. Its my first day here.
Doctor: Amanda, lets go..NOW.
Me: Just a second, please.
Doctor: What is wrong with you? Why are you crying?
Me: I told you...it's my first day. I need to calm down.
Doctor:-gets another doctor- She's having a break down.
Me: No, I'm not.....I'm not used to this surrounding. Everything looks strange. I have depersonalization disorder.
Doctor: I don't know what that is or what you're talking about. You're a schizophrenic. You see and hear things that aren't there. Right?
Me: What? No. Look at my charts. I have DP, depression and anxiety.
Doctor: Amanda, you're a schizophrenic.
Me: Dude...what? No i am not.
Doctor: come with me. -puts me a quiet room-
Me: ..... You have got to me f**king kidding me.
Me: Excuse me, doctor...I'm not feeling too well. I'm having a Derealization episode. Everything looks like a cartoon.
Doctor: -stares at me like i'm retarded- hah, can you draw this cartoon for me? -gives me paper-
Me: Uh, excuse me?
Doctor: Draw it. You said it was a little cartoon.
Me: I'm not seeing anything new. I see what you see except its surreal looking. How am I supposed to draw that?
Doctor: Draw it Amanda.
Me: Are you mocking me?
Doctor: (almost sarcastically) No...of course not.
Me: -walks away-
Doctor: Amanda, come here.
Me: What?
Doctor: Take this. -gives me 2 different pills-
Me: No. I'm only supposed to be taking zoloft. I know that isn't zoloft.
Doctor: It'll calm you down.
Me: Uh, I am calm.
Doctor: Take it.
Me: What is it?
Doctor: Why does it matter?
Me: I have a right to know what it is.
Doctor: -tells me- (forgot what it was called.)
Me: -takes it-
Then I got sleepy and fell asleep.
Doctor: How do you like the food here?
Me: Honestly? Tastes kinda funny.
Doctor: So you think...maybe someone did something to it? Poisoned it?
Me: Uh, no.
Doctor: That's called paranoia.
Me: I know, but thats not what I said.
Doctor: That is what you JUST said.
Me: Dude...you know what yeah...yeah whatever you say. I don't even care anymore.
Doctor: So you're apathetic? Depressed? Suicidal?
Me: What the fuck? Just...what the actual fuck.
Doctor: Are you ok?
Me: No, I'm annoyed.
Doctor: You have anger issues, yes?
Me: -gets up and walks away-
True story. I'm a 15 year old girl. The psych hospital was hell. Are most doctors like this?
Me: My stomach kind of hurts.
Doctor: Eat it.
Me: I can't. My stomach hurts.
Doctor: Do you have an eating disorder?
Me: Uh, no. I like food. I just don't feel good.
Doctor: No, I think you have an eating disorder.
Me: What? No...I really don't.
Doctor: You need to calm down and cooperate.
Me: I am calm.
Doctor: Do you want us to force the food into you. You're sick. You have an eating disorder.
Me: Yeah. OK you're right. Whatever helps you sleep at night, doc.
Doctor: It's time for group therapy.
Me: -is crying- Ok, just give me a minute. I'm having a slight panic attack. Its my first day here.
Doctor: Amanda, lets go..NOW.
Me: Just a second, please.
Doctor: What is wrong with you? Why are you crying?
Me: I told you...it's my first day. I need to calm down.
Doctor:-gets another doctor- She's having a break down.
Me: No, I'm not.....I'm not used to this surrounding. Everything looks strange. I have depersonalization disorder.
Doctor: I don't know what that is or what you're talking about. You're a schizophrenic. You see and hear things that aren't there. Right?
Me: What? No. Look at my charts. I have DP, depression and anxiety.
Doctor: Amanda, you're a schizophrenic.
Me: Dude...what? No i am not.
Doctor: come with me. -puts me a quiet room-
Me: ..... You have got to me f**king kidding me.
Me: Excuse me, doctor...I'm not feeling too well. I'm having a Derealization episode. Everything looks like a cartoon.
Doctor: -stares at me like i'm retarded- hah, can you draw this cartoon for me? -gives me paper-
Me: Uh, excuse me?
Doctor: Draw it. You said it was a little cartoon.
Me: I'm not seeing anything new. I see what you see except its surreal looking. How am I supposed to draw that?
Doctor: Draw it Amanda.
Me: Are you mocking me?
Doctor: (almost sarcastically) No...of course not.
Me: -walks away-
Doctor: Amanda, come here.
Me: What?
Doctor: Take this. -gives me 2 different pills-
Me: No. I'm only supposed to be taking zoloft. I know that isn't zoloft.
Doctor: It'll calm you down.
Me: Uh, I am calm.
Doctor: Take it.
Me: What is it?
Doctor: Why does it matter?
Me: I have a right to know what it is.
Doctor: -tells me- (forgot what it was called.)
Me: -takes it-
Then I got sleepy and fell asleep.
Doctor: How do you like the food here?
Me: Honestly? Tastes kinda funny.
Doctor: So you think...maybe someone did something to it? Poisoned it?
Me: Uh, no.
Doctor: That's called paranoia.
Me: I know, but thats not what I said.
Doctor: That is what you JUST said.
Me: Dude...you know what yeah...yeah whatever you say. I don't even care anymore.
Doctor: So you're apathetic? Depressed? Suicidal?
Me: What the fuck? Just...what the actual fuck.
Doctor: Are you ok?
Me: No, I'm annoyed.
Doctor: You have anger issues, yes?
Me: -gets up and walks away-
True story. I'm a 15 year old girl. The psych hospital was hell. Are most doctors like this?