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I have had several people suggest that I need to go see a psychologist, therapist, or counselor. And boy, do I have a very long and complicated history with that.
Throughout my life, I have seen numerous psychologists, counselors, and therapists in places like schools, organizations, and private practices.
And I will just say it, not one psychologist, counselor, or therapist has helped me improve my mental health!
The way I see it, I feel like the entire industry is fraudulent.
Because not one has helped me feel better.
Not one has improved my struggles.
Not one has improved my living situation.
Not one has improved my family situation.
Not one has improved my educational situation.
Not one has improved my life with autism.
Shall I go on?
I remember my time while I was in school getting to talk to numerous counselors from elementary school to high school in several different states.
Yes, the talks were nice to get away from the classroom. But not one counselor made my life better.
The bullying just got worse.
My struggles in the classroom just kept getting worse.
My life in school and at home just kept getting worse.
Nothing got better.
I remember living with my father and stepmother. I would be driven to a therapist. This therapist did not care about me whatsoever, and only kept prescribing me Paxil pills.
And I eventually got to see another therapist, this one would actually listen for a change. I would be writing down in a notebook all the bad things happening at home, and it was a lot. And I secretly brought it to the therapist appointment.
And let’s just say I would hide that notebook in places where the sun doesn’t shine. Because the evil stepmother would search me for it.
Becoming an adult, I would just pretty much ignore any psychologist, therapist, or counseling sessions. One, because they never helped me when I was a kid. And two, I cannot afford it.
When I was on The Employables TV show, I was flown to New York City. And I got to do a session with Dr. Ali Mattu.
I felt like he was the first psychologist who completely understood who I was. And that whole interview went very well.
Of course I’ve gotten to be sent to other psychologists thanks to Social Security. And I had one psychologist say I was playing stupid and acting dumb.
Yes, playing stupid and acting dumb.
Without completely understanding my life up until that point.
At least this person has apologized to me for saying that.
The point is, I feel like it’s a complete waste of time to see any psychologist, therapist, or counselor.
What’s the point really?
Be completely ignored.
Be completely hated on.
Be completely chewed out.
It’s just a waste of time.
You know what my therapy is now? I’ll tell you!
It’s getting to spend time by myself at home to decompress.
It’s getting time to draw my roads.
It’s getting time to go out and cover events and shoot video and photos.
It’s getting time to work on Geek Alabama at home.
My version of therapy is completely different from everyone else.
And I feel okay about that.
