Let's get one thing straight - I've seen counselors (licensed counselors, psychologists, psychiatrists) at numerous points in my life. The first time was back in high school, at the beginning of my senior year; after that there were brief times in early 2002 (my mom insisted because of some family troubles), late 2005 (my ex-husband insisted because I wanted couples counseling and he refused), and late 2006 (oh hey, ex-husband finally actually agreed to marriage counseling! obviously it didn't go over so well). The thing is, these counselors were constantly trying to throw anti-depressants at me...even when I told them that I wasn't depressed.
And I really wasn't depressed. I've had some rough times, times when I couldn't sleep or didn't want to get out of bed or just felt heartbroken and sad. But these times always corresponded with fleeting life issues, and now that I look back I really can't understand how anyone got "you're depressed" from me saying "I feel like there are a million things going on in my head, I can't focus on any one of them...I pick up hobbies and drop them a few months later because I just don't see the point" etc. I'm not saying that statements like that should have immediately pointed to ADHD, but the fact that the only solution any of these counselors ever had was "I think you're depressed, why don't you take some medication for that?" kind of, well, bothers me. Makes me feel as if they weren't listening, after all.
Now you may ask why I saw so many different counselors over the years and never tried to return to the same one. Well, the counselor I saw in high school was in fact a school counselor, so that's self-explanatory. But after that, I moved around a lot. I never really stayed in one place long enough to build a rapport with a counselor and I will admit that that was probably part of my problem. Of course, it was also a huge part of my figuring out the solution.
But I'll get into that more, later.
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