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May. 2nd, 2006 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azdesertroseWell, I went to the doctor yesterday evening.
He seemed to think that I was right to stop taking the Wellbutrin; in fact, he seemed to think that I shouldn't have been on it in the first bloody place.
He put me on Zoloft, which I've taken before with some success. I started it this morning. We shall see.
I'm in two minds about it all though. We had a little communication problem at the beginning, and I felt a little intimidated by the way he pointed it out.
One thing happened that I REALLY disliked. Before I went in to the appointment, his office sent me a lot of paperwork to fill out, to give my history, basically. He asked me about what my dad did, and the way he asked me really bothered me. He asked me what exactly I meant by rape, had I resisted or was it "just statutory rape". WHAT THE FUCK?
I was eleven fucking years old. I wasn't even having periods yet. He was in his forties and weighed about twice what I did. I couldn't have fought him off if I'd tried, and I was FAR too frightened to even try to fight anyway.
Unfortunately, he's about the only option I have for a psychiatrist, and I basically just need him to manage my medications; I'm seeing the counselor for actual therapy.
Maybe I overreacted, or I'm being oversensitive; as with the meds, we shall see.
He seemed to think that I was right to stop taking the Wellbutrin; in fact, he seemed to think that I shouldn't have been on it in the first bloody place.
He put me on Zoloft, which I've taken before with some success. I started it this morning. We shall see.
I'm in two minds about it all though. We had a little communication problem at the beginning, and I felt a little intimidated by the way he pointed it out.
One thing happened that I REALLY disliked. Before I went in to the appointment, his office sent me a lot of paperwork to fill out, to give my history, basically. He asked me about what my dad did, and the way he asked me really bothered me. He asked me what exactly I meant by rape, had I resisted or was it "just statutory rape". WHAT THE FUCK?
I was eleven fucking years old. I wasn't even having periods yet. He was in his forties and weighed about twice what I did. I couldn't have fought him off if I'd tried, and I was FAR too frightened to even try to fight anyway.
Unfortunately, he's about the only option I have for a psychiatrist, and I basically just need him to manage my medications; I'm seeing the counselor for actual therapy.
Maybe I overreacted, or I'm being oversensitive; as with the meds, we shall see.
