Were you dragged to the shrink kicking and screaming?

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Or did you go willingly?


I was 14 when I got my haphazard diagnosis of AS. I actually let my mother take me down to get "assessed" (not a real assessment at all, but that's beside the point) and diagnosed. Not because I wanted the diagnosis for what it was. I thought it was the only way I could meet other people who were losers in school and maybe start some sort of club. I also wanted the attention. I wanted some professional to comment on how smart I was when I talked or something. I was a lonely, bored, depressed attention whore. That's why I agreed to skip sailing camp for one day to go down there. What was your motivation for compliance? Or how did they force you?

I agreed after about three days of persuasion. I originally didn't want to go.

By the time I got my diagnosis, going to see a 'shrink' was a regular occurence in my life. I hated the first 3 with a passion, and my parents often had to drag me there (not a great challenge, considering we live opposite a mental hospital), but after that I found it pretty easy. The last time I saw one, it was of my own free will - I noted that my rage problems were coming back, and figured I should do something about it. I actually quite like seeing them, because they're some of the few people on this planet who aren't offended if you look in a completely different direction while talking to them, or suddenly break off mid-sentence, or just don't reply to stuff they say!

In 1984 I was and for many months but I was able to convince the
psychologist I was completely normal.

I begged.

My life was hell and it was the only thing I could think of.

I went through seven before I found one I could talk to.

i went willingly. the first doctor i went to was a cool guy all the rest of the doctors ive been to since then have been awful

Jainaday: I went totally willingly to the second shrink, the competent one, the one I'm seeing now. I decided that it was the best chance to save my life. Now I can't wait to talk to him again; sometiems I feel like my life depends on talking to him. I was so lucky; I got the smartest, best one in the hospital, on the first try.

Actually I was having problems dealing with school and it was recommended by the school. The first one was a man...he saw me one time and basically passed the ball to someone else.

The next one was a woman and it was touch and go for awhile until she started to relate to me more as an adult and less as a child and stopped talking down to me...my mother still laughs to this day about the second meeting...I can't really remember what I said or did...but I guess she came out into the waiting room to talk to my parents and she was losing it big time. I was 12 or 13 at the time.

my first thought on seeing this thread was . . . I was dragged everywhere kicking and screaming. . .

however when I was finally 'dealt' with my parents enlisted the help of the County Sheriff and his deputies went to pick me up and bring me into the station house. I was remanded into custody of the State and put in the State Hospital for 'observation' and it was there at 17 I saw my first psychiatrist and psychologist. It being 1967 and a territorial capitol in the vast North American plains in the state of Kansas they still had bars on the old sanatorium on the hospital grounds where they prescribed the latest in psychiatry in the 1890's - shock treatment-and had abandoned the practice only 10 years before. Once there: they had no idea what I was, and what they did know about me didn't fit in their experience. I can hardly blame them, though, I didn't know what to do with me, either!

I wanted the diagnoses. But initially I did not want to see a pyscologist. I was very reluctant as I saw it a waste of my time.

My parents dragged me and tricked me in order to see various doctors, for which they will never be forgiven.

I went willingly as I knew something was wrong with me.

I went unwillingly and my parents never allowed me to talk to them alone. So when I turned 18, I switched my doctor on them so I could work with someone and be able to talk to the doctor if I was having issues which I didn't think my parents needed to know about.

Onefourninezero-- how did they trick you and drag you? This will be interesting to hear!


TheZach-- that sounds awful! What did they think you'd tell the shrink in private? The truth?