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There is nothing more upsetting uncomfortable and shameful than trying to explain the circumstances of my life to a stranger. Today was a complete clusterfuck where I got to do it twice because I went to see a new therapist, and because I apparently posses a gift for bumming people out, he insisted to my parents that they take me to an emergency psychiatric center where I then had to talk to a psychiatrist, who prescribed me antidepressants and incidentally told me that as uncomfortable as I appear to be talking to people I probably shouldn't be seeking help with a therapist. That doesn't sound like useful advice though.

I hadn't wanted to see a therapist at all. I don't believe a therapist can help me, and in Arizona perhaps the US in general there aren't any standards for what therapy is and who can call themselves a therapist and what training they need, frankly the whole field is kind of bullshit, but my parents pressured me into it. I'm not sure its a great idea to bring up after the fact that the Psychiatrist, you know, the trained doctor, told me directly that meeting with a therapist would do nothing and be extra stressful for me with my problem being socially centered anxiety.