The Things We Hide
I skipped my psychiatrist appointment today. Well, I rescheduled it. My relationship with my shrink is hard to figure out. I hate going there, but feel better when I leave. He’s not my therapist, he’s my med patroller. So, I don’t have to get into the ugly dirty stuff, but it bleeds out here and there during our sessions. Sometimes he’s like my psychotherapist.
So, I ditched the appointment and was driving with my significant other and thought, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know I skipped my appointment, why should he. Should he?
No, cause he doesn’t know what’s up, or, why I decided I didn’t want to go so, there’s nothing to report.
But why do I hide it? It’s more simple then we think. I don’t want him to worry about my mental health. He doesn’t fully understand it anyway, so, it only becomes a weird red flag when really, it’s no big deal.
Nothing has changed all that much since the last time I went to my shrink so, what’s the point of dropping more cash on nothing. No problemas here. Same shit. But why do I keep my mouth shut in the car. Why don’t I say, “I skipped my shrink appointment today.”
Why? Cause then it will be a big deal. When it’s not. I know what’s up, and not everyone has to.
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Loberg, E. (2013). The Things We Hide. Psych Central. Retrieved on May 29, 2016, from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2013/05/17/the-things-we-hide/