Eric Gray2 said:No responsible, conscientious doctor is going to start handing out psychotropic meds on their own whim—they'll refer you to a psychiatrist instead.
What kind of patient category are you talking about?
It’s complicated. Going through gender transition has absolutely drained me, and then my surroundings just finished the job. Old friends walked away, and I can't find new ones because they seem terrified once I tell them the truth. It feels like every door is slammed in my face. I just sit at home, and this loneliness is eating me alive... it's given depression massive wings. Nothing brings me joy anymore, and honestly, I can't even find the strength to have a good cry. My self-esteem is gone. There's just this vacuum tightening inside me... I don't see any way out other than ending it all.
A psychiatrist wouldn't help because everyone has these prejudices against people like me. They don't want to bother reading modern literature; they basically understand nothing. Talking to them usually turns into a series of provocations, like they're trying to "test my pulse" or something. I don't expect them to immediately hand over something to boost my serotonin or whatever else I'm lacking; they just drag these conversations out forever, playing philosopher... while I'm actually suffering.
The reason I hate them most is that during my last breakdown a year and a half ago, they locked me up in a state facility. It was horrific. The staff wouldn't even let me call home to have my usual meds brought to me. They threatened to knock me out with some injection if I caused "trouble." It was nightmare fuel. That's why I don't trust anyone anymore.
I'd honestly rather handle this with my primary doctor without any interference, since I can't get actual support anyway... everyone looks at me like I'm some kind of alien. Everything is just getting worse.