Monday, August 22, 2005

The weirdness of seeing a psychiatrist...

Saw the shrink this morning... it's just weird, I don't know... There's something very un-British about talking to someone about how you're feeling and what you're thinking. Especially talking to a guy you don't really know, but who has the misfortune of being employed to try and get some order from the mess that's in your head. Like a surgeon, but with words...

It can't be brilliant for your self-esteem, being a psychiatrist - it's on a par with being a dentist. Every patient dreads seeing them, and can't wait to get out of their office. It's uncomfortable, stressful, and you just want the guy to give you a clean bill of health so you can clear off without experiencing any pain. Or to give you some painless remedy. Yeah, they're not going to win any popularity contests...

Maybe psychiatrists and dentists should get together, have their own support group.

Although I guess psychiatrists, like the rest of us, probably aren't too keen on dentists either...

No comments: