Well hello. I am not a psychologist nor did I ever really study it, in fact I failed psychology once at high school. You know why? Cause it never really made sense to me. But let’s define psychology shall we.
Psychology is the study of the mind, occurring partly via the study of behavior.[1][2] Grounded in scientific method,[1][2] psychology has the immediate goal of understanding individuals and groups by both establishing general principles and researching specific cases,[3][4] and for many it ultimately aims to benefit society.
Bare in mind the last sentence.
Here are some key words that I remember from my classes: Social behavior, Freud (and how he was such a pervert relating everything to sex who’s only cases were really middle class white women and who never really had a psychological problem of his own,), some kind of pyramid regarding what we as human beings need to process “stuff” Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, some rat experiments (that believe it or not were applied for humans as “behavioral facts”), autistic children (bless all of them), stages of falling asleep, deviance and cognitive brain functions. So…yeah….
I remember sitting in class and just thinking “what the fuck?” as
egotistic and arrogant as it may sound but I thought I was above
all of that. I knew things in life that were too ugly for any
of them to comprehend, I alone was a case that no one from my class would understand, not even my teachers. It doesn’t matter if you have studied it for years, if you haven’t experienced it then you won’t be able to help. But bless those of you who try to help poor unfortunate souls like us.
Now I know your thinking “Get over it, it’s just a psychology class” but you see here is my problem:
I still remember the goodie tuchu sitting next to me writing all of what was said in class down with a smile on her face, fascinated, no but completely mesmerized from this world that just opened up to her. I think she got off from words like “sexual deviance” and “schizophrenia”. –OMFG THESE THINGS ARE JUST SO OUTRAGEOUS, can you believe that some people actually go through stuff like that? Now I know what I wanna be when I grow up I wanna study nutcases and people with real problems cause l wanna make a difference. My parents are gonna be super proud of me. And I’m gonna be rich since I’m gonna charge these fuckers 100 dollars an hour. THIS ALL IS JUST SO FASINATING!!!!!
My God, imagine the generations and generations that are in that business for those shallow reasons. I even witnessed a girl from the same class who pretended that she was hearing voices just to get attention. If you really were hearing voices I’m guessing you wouldn’t be so calm and telling everyone about it. Guess all that psychology got to her head.
I honestly don’t mean to be rude, but what do these people or most of therapists in this world know about pain? They are only in this business because it’s interesting for them. It intrigues them. But how could you possibly help someone like me?
Now “A word is dead when it is said some say. I say it just begins to live that day. Emily Dickinson, “VI. A word”
All I can say about that is I feel pity for those people. If you want the truth I feel pity AND disgust. BUT WHYYYYYY you ask? Isn’t it obvious? They are blindfolded with a license to drive. Blindfolded and dangerous if you ask me.
“Ultimately aims to benefit society”. The amount of times that I have heard dear friends of mine who suffer from either depression or substance abuse or both tell me how their therapists would tell them that they are ok as long as they take the meds. Or sentences like “Get a puppy”, “work out”, “You’re a hopeless case” and my all time favorite “Enta mafaksh haaga” just makes me want to cry. “I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder”. So you see it’s either “shut the fuck up and stop complaining about all those bad BAD things your feeling and if you don’t shut up I know just the right meds that will shut you up” or “ YOU ARE CRAZYYYY. Here, have some meds.”
Truth: I am a little bitter maybe A LOT bitter but this bitterness is rooted by jealousy and frustration. Jealousy and frustration from those people who haven’t experienced the abuse and pain I experienced and have the nerve to come and tell me what it is that I have and how to deal with my problem.
Truth: I have never been to a therapist, not even interested to go. I know what they will say. I know all too well.
So...thanks but no thanks.
What is the answer for poor unfortunate souls like us that just seem to interest you so fucking much?
Hopeless cases?
Why can’t we let go of our past? Would you awesome people invent a machine that would erase that period in time that made us the nutcases we are? Or what about those born with mental illnesses? MEDS MEDS AND MORE MEDS!!!!!!!!!!! REPRESS REPRESS REPRESS!!!!! MUUHAHAHAHA IM MAKING A DIFFERENCE IN THIS WORLD. No not even I have the answer of how I should help myself so I seriously doubt that you know but hei….thanks for caring.
It’s one thing to be genuinely interested in the human mind as complicated as it is and another thing to pretend that you care about a tortured soul because their actions and thoughts amuse you.
