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tw: it got worse
4 years ago
my mental health doctor gaslit the shit out of me because i reported malpractice to my therapist who happened to be her boss and now i'm stuck in this ... fucking limbo where i might have to cancel everything ever and just never speak to anyone again. they want to put me on antipsychotics because they won't believe that i have had adhd since the 90's. seriously. they think adhd is so NOT IT that they're putting me on antipsychotics instead of scheduling an evaluation for proof they're fucking wrong because they know the system is fucking flawed.
i swear to god i'm going to use my fucking food money i have now to get the eval, then i'm suing their asses for purposeful malpractice and malicious intent. i'm fucking ready to stop being a doormat and start being a god damn PROBLEM
because it's getting exhausting to be told that adhd isn't a disorder and some fucking karen level whatever the fuck dpn means (the others refer to her as fucking rn not a real doctor) apparently knows my body better than me after seeing me 15 minutes at best 4 times a year but hahahaha what do i fucking know i only know meds made me sick, said they did, was told to talk to my doctor about it because i was on it for years and knowing full well that holy fucking shit that was inappropriate and i talked to them and the doctor said STOP TAKING THEM and she's panicking and i'm
i'm tired.
everytime i try to do things for myself to get better i'm slapped in the face with 'fuck you fat bitch no one cares give me your money' and that's it.
school.
mental health.
home life.
literally i'm so fucking stretched thin that mr fantastic would be jealous. elastigirl is taking notes.
im dying.
i can't pretend i'm not anymore. i can't play it off as a joke anymore.
i'm serious. this isn't just being dramatic. i am literally dying and i can get NO FUCKING HELP with it.
i'm ready to just give up. i mean, what's the point anyway.
the world's gone to shit, i'm destined to be in a job i hate forever because i can't handle the mental strain of being self-employed, i'm
i'm so fucking. tired.
i swear to god i'm going to use my fucking food money i have now to get the eval, then i'm suing their asses for purposeful malpractice and malicious intent. i'm fucking ready to stop being a doormat and start being a god damn PROBLEM
because it's getting exhausting to be told that adhd isn't a disorder and some fucking karen level whatever the fuck dpn means (the others refer to her as fucking rn not a real doctor) apparently knows my body better than me after seeing me 15 minutes at best 4 times a year but hahahaha what do i fucking know i only know meds made me sick, said they did, was told to talk to my doctor about it because i was on it for years and knowing full well that holy fucking shit that was inappropriate and i talked to them and the doctor said STOP TAKING THEM and she's panicking and i'm
i'm tired.
everytime i try to do things for myself to get better i'm slapped in the face with 'fuck you fat bitch no one cares give me your money' and that's it.
school.
mental health.
home life.
literally i'm so fucking stretched thin that mr fantastic would be jealous. elastigirl is taking notes.
im dying.
i can't pretend i'm not anymore. i can't play it off as a joke anymore.
i'm serious. this isn't just being dramatic. i am literally dying and i can get NO FUCKING HELP with it.
i'm ready to just give up. i mean, what's the point anyway.
the world's gone to shit, i'm destined to be in a job i hate forever because i can't handle the mental strain of being self-employed, i'm
i'm so fucking. tired.
darkbossman
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