Beth <b...@mcfamily.demon.co.uk> writes:
>I saw my psych again - wanker!! He started by asking me if I had a
>boyfriend - I said "no" and he replied "Why not?" I told him that at
>this moment in time, I'm quite happy to be good friends with all the
>guys I know. He raises an eyebrow. Are you in a sexual relationship?
>Excuse me!! None of your damn business mate!! This is my second appt,
>I hardly know the guy........and he wants me to tell him about my sex
>life.

>Then again, this is the guy who asked me if I did drugs. When I said
>"no", he said "Not even one teeny weeny ecstasy tablet?" Give me
>strength. He wanted to weigh me again - I told him firmly "no" and he
>kept on at me. Good thing I can stick to my guns over that!! He also
>told me that I need to lose weight - I'm about 120 lb at 5' 2" - not
>exactly obese but with a history of anorexia, I wouldn't have thought
>it was the best thing to say.

>Then, yes there is more, he patronized me about my knees - "do you
>actually know what chondromalacia is?" No duh brain - I've only had
>it 7 years! To top it all of, he really got up my nose by calling me
>"Madame" like I was some stroppy kid.

>I hate this guy!! He told me I wasn't ready to be sectioned *yet* -
>oh nice one. Well let me tell you, there is no way that he will get
>me in there as an in-patient. Imagine seeing him day after day! Yuck!!

>Sorry guys had to moan.

>Beth

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>"The sky isn't always blue,
> the sun doesn't always shine.
> It's alright to fall apart.....sometimes."

>                        (Robert Miles)