Therapists truly are demon possessed

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therapists dont give a fuck. lol
after each session they meet up in the backrooms and just talk shit about the people that see them. Dont ever go to one, theyll just make fun of you or talk shit about you with their friends and coworkers

I was practically raised by therapists and psychiatrists starting at 12 - that is when they put me in the hospital and forced me to take benzos and SSRIs at least. I believe I might have been put in therapy before that, but it's hard to remember much between 8 years old and 26 years old, because the high doses of lamotrigine and quetiapine they put me on later caused memory loss.
You always suffer more pain in your imagination than in reality. Remember this when you're given the offer of "help" from people whose job is to open your imagination and find pain within it.

That is unconscionable. Hope you are doing better now user.

Most people don't know that therapists are not doctors and don't take the Hippocratic oath. "Professional mental health therapists" swear nothing.

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I'm doing a lot better, thanks user. It's only been a year but I've lived more this year than I have most of my life. I struggle to do some things, but I write them down so I can work on them the next day. There is not anything I haven't been able to improve on if I try, even if it's slow. In the psychiatry hellhole, there are no joys of personal development. There's only a medication switch when your tolerance makes them wear off, and you are met with the discomfort of stagnation that they teach you to to be afraid of.

Most therapists aren't, no. You can especially tell the difference because the psychologists who are technically doctors are a lot meaner and can't hide the fact that they don't see you as a person so much as an observational object - I think most of them enter the field because they're a bit fucky in the head themselves, and sought to try and understand their own issues.
Psychiatrists...I have only ever had 1 good one in my life. She was in full support of me getting off of all the meds and even corrected my record when I proved after 6 months that it was clearly the meds that had been making me mentally ill in the first place.
But that's very rare compared to most psychiatrists; they also usually don't give a shit so long as they can prescribe whatever you need to tolerate intolerable circumstances without too many complaints, and fidget with your prescriptions as needed once that stops working.

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Therapists are always terrible people

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>if I don't understand something then it's demonic
you should seek immediate phychiatric help

>and you are met with the discomfort of stagnation that they teach you to to be afraid of
How do you unlearn this?

I have no sympathy for women, if I see a man getting accused by a woman in public of anything, I take the mans side, if it happens to a woman I take the mans side, I do not care what context this is in, I treat women like animals, and they deserve it

There's probably not one single way. The younger you're put into this system the less likely it is because they can form your entire reality around this quest to avoid imaginary pain.
For me it was mostly chance. I had never not been on medication, but I had gone on a trip and forgotten two of my most important ones - benzos for the plane ride, and quetiapine mostly for sleep. That first plane ride was a lot - I shook and my heart raced the entire 6 hours while I tried not to cry too loudly. People were staring at me in annoyance. It was unpleasant.
But that was it - it was just unpleasant. I wasn't hurt, I didn't die. No doctors needed. I got off the plane, and got over it. And on the way back the same thing happened except that this time, I was a bit better than the last.
Without the quetiapine, I couldn't sleep the first night, and then the second. It was really unpleasant. But I didn't die, and I did eventually sleep. I don't fall asleep quickly even now, but I learned that a lot of people do not. I had been taking quetiapine for so long, I didn't know that it was normal to not fall asleep quickly. I was always told it was a problem.
Like I said before...in this hellhole of a mental prison they put you in, there is no such thing as those little victories of self improvement. There's only a lot of stagnation, and complacency. Which will require a higher dose of whatever they're giving you eventually.
Some people stay in that cycle forever. Some kill themselves to get out of it.
I think I was personally just really lucky to get the right circumstance, where the matrix glitched and I realized things couldn't exist the way I knew them, and something was not right.