#6881 ·
Economic freedom is the foundation upon which all other liberties are built. If we work ourselves to death only to face problems that feel akin to schizophrenia, yet we visit a psychiatrist once a week paying $250-$167per session, isn't it absurd how easily a doctor might just slap a diagnosis of schizophrenia on you?
Admittedly, even the practitioner might exaggerate our struggles simply to ensure we return more frequently, securing their own steady income. That is the inherent downside when dealing with any private physician.
By my third session, a psychiatrist in Washington, D.C. actually labeled me mentally deficient in her notes, yet she never had the decency to tell me the diagnosis to my face; instead, those three times, she merely wrote my name in the files. Once she realized during the fourth session that I was far from being deficient, and when I questioned her about her notes, she began addressing the records with "Sir" followed by my full name.
In the USA, or perhaps in other developed nations in Europe, such conduct would likely earn her a formal reprimand or even force her to offer an apology without me having to demand one.
Fortunately, she recognized her error quickly. Honestly, I am not even concerned with the diagnosis itself; diagnoses come and go. What truly matters is that she didn't confront me directly, leaving me to grapple with that label and the shock of seeing it written down while standing at a crowded bus station, surrounded by commuters, making my way through the city to a general practitioner who prescribed Tegretol because that was what the psychiatrist had ordered; he looked at me and asked, "So, Nicole Barrett76, why are you doing this to yourself?"
Admittedly, even the practitioner might exaggerate our struggles simply to ensure we return more frequently, securing their own steady income. That is the inherent downside when dealing with any private physician.
By my third session, a psychiatrist in Washington, D.C. actually labeled me mentally deficient in her notes, yet she never had the decency to tell me the diagnosis to my face; instead, those three times, she merely wrote my name in the files. Once she realized during the fourth session that I was far from being deficient, and when I questioned her about her notes, she began addressing the records with "Sir" followed by my full name.
In the USA, or perhaps in other developed nations in Europe, such conduct would likely earn her a formal reprimand or even force her to offer an apology without me having to demand one.
Fortunately, she recognized her error quickly. Honestly, I am not even concerned with the diagnosis itself; diagnoses come and go. What truly matters is that she didn't confront me directly, leaving me to grapple with that label and the shock of seeing it written down while standing at a crowded bus station, surrounded by commuters, making my way through the city to a general practitioner who prescribed Tegretol because that was what the psychiatrist had ordered; he looked at me and asked, "So, Nicole Barrett76, why are you doing this to yourself?"