• My Mental Health: I Am Sane; Even Doctors Say So

My Mental Health: I Am Sane; Even Doctors Say So

For any who have ever wondered (because I’ve been told privately that some have wondered or implied otherwise), I am sane.

I’ve divulged many personal things about myself on this blog and at other blogs, especially regarding my mental health, so I actually feel this is unnecessary, but I guess for some, they need to be told straight up.

I saw several different psychologists and psychiatrists from my teen years up to around my early or mid-30s.

I saw one therapist two or three times in my late 30s.

During that time, I had to take verbal and written tests from some of these various doctors.

As a teen, I recall having to sit in a psychiatrist’s back office by myself at a desk and spend about two hours answering page after page of a mental health test.

One therapist I saw even had me take a Rorschach test. I had to sit and look at around 25 or more white placards with black ink blot like designs on them and tell the doctor what those ink blots reminded me of.

From the time I was a teen, and a few times as an adult, when applying for employment, I’ve had to take personality and morality tests.

Even a dating site I once joined had me fill out about ten or more pages of questions to discern my personality type, outlook on life, and so on.

After all is said and done, I was, as I’ve already said on this blog and elsewhere, someone who had depression, social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, and thanks to my mother, I was conditioned to be codependent from a young age (which led to low self esteem, and the depression was a by-product of the codependency as well).

The personality tests I had to take for employment and dating sites all said I am very introverted, great at following directions, an honest person, and some of them said I could stand to be a little more assertive. None of the tests indicated I am a kook, dishonest, or deceitful.

None of the doctors, or psychological tests I took, ever diagnosed me with anything other than clinical depression.

The doctors I saw agreed I had anxiety, when I broached that subject with them, and discussed my symptoms with them.

The only doctor-prescribed medications I ever took for mental health issues were for anxiety and depression. (I went off all medications years ago because they did not work and so were a waste of money.)

As part of the codependency conditioning I received from my mother from the time I was a kid (as I’ve written about at length in older posts on this blog), I was taught it would be wrong, mean, un-Christian-like or un-lady-like for me to publicly (or even within the family) express anger.

My Mom was fine and dandy with me crying in front of her in private, or expressing doubt, worry, or sadness. She was okay with me showing and having every human emotion under the sun except for anger.

(My dad was the complete opposite: he not only did not want me showing anger, but he raised me to think, act, and behave like a stereotypical man: I was taught it was shameful or wrong to express or show sadness, doubt, fear, or other such emotions, especially, God forbid, to other people.

I was raised by him to be tough and stoic, like John Wayne, the Terminator, and a Macho Man all rolled into one.)

In the years since Mom’s passing, I’ve come to realize that I have a right to have anger, feel anger, and show anger.

I no longer stuff my anger down and talk all sweet and nice to people if I am ticked off at them. I’m not going to tolerate condescending, rude, or trolling people, including ones who drop by this blog.

My main point with this entire post is to say that I am mentally normal.

The numerous psychologists and psychiatrists I saw over the years, some who gave me mental health tests, never, ever diagnosed me with bi-polar disorder, N.P.D., sociopathy, psychpathy,  schizophrenia, or any other such conditions.

I don’t think I am Napoleon. I do not believe I am Jesus of Nazareth. I don’t hear God’s audible voice.

I don’t hear Satan telling me things or telling me to murder people.

I don’t wear tin foil hats thinking it will keep the U.S. government from hearing my thoughts. I don’t believe there are aliens on other planets.

I’ve never claimed to have been kidnapped by aliens, nor do I think I have.

So, I’m sane by most people’s criteria, and by the several psychologists and psychiatrists I’ve visited in the past.

Too bad I can’t say the same thing about some people who have questioned my sanity or state of mind or who have implied I’m Losing It, going nutty, or that I am a looney tune.

4 thoughts on “• My Mental Health: I Am Sane; Even Doctors Say So

  1. They’re mad because you said SSRI’s did not help you. I guess you know how you feel better than any other human being. Many other people do not find them helpful or experience relief from depression due to the placebo effect. There are no magic bullets.

    There’s a term for questioning someone’s sanity all the time. Gas-lighting–a form of emotional abuse.

    • @ Rachel.
      That one lady who was on here a week or two ago did get very angry with me because I’m not 100% happy clappy about psychiatry or medication all the time –

      But I was mostly thinking about a certain someone who seems to think that when I show extreme anger (like on this blog, when I ban people, or cuss) that I am going nuts and need medical or psychological intervention.

      I was just letting people know I’ve been given a clean bill of psychological health in the past.

      I’ve never with-held anything in these areas on this blog or others I’ve posted to. I’ve always been very forthcoming about having had depression, anxiety, etc, for years. I may have left out in this blog post (but have mentioned elsewhere) that I’ve had suicidal ideation.

      But really, it burns my grits that there is a person or two out there who lurk at this blog who seemingly feel me expressing anger publicly is tantamount to me going nutso and needing to get a visit from men in white coats.

      I guess I’m supposed to float through life repressing all my anger, just the way my parents taught me, a view which I began rejecting a few years ago, and ironically, due in part to the books I’ve read by psychologists who say it’s not healthy to go through life not showing anger you have. LOL.

    • Rachel-
      No, I don’t hurt people or get physically violent or break stuff.
      I don’t generally even raise my voice in person or over the phone.

      My sister is the one in the family who will get physically violent, either break things, or hit/ strike, or threaten to hit /strike. That’s more her speed, not mine. She’s not hit me personally, but she’s hit others, or tried.

      Edit.
      I did throw a book across the room (to hit the wall, I was not throwing it at a person) a few years ago when I was upset and angry, but that sort of behavior is pretty rare for me.

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