When I was in rehab my therapist said that she had no doubt in her mind that I would do fine with the recovery aspect of my addiction. Her concern was regarding acceptance of the mental health side of my diagnosis.
This is still fucking with me. This is how my paperwork reads:
They never diagnosed me for ANYTHING. I was never in a room with a psychiatrist or psychologist for more than 5 minutes. I was never assessed, diagnosed or even paid attention to by you fuckers. You went strictly by what happened 17 years ago after my last rehab. You fuckers threw pills at me in 1993 because I was fucking sad. Everyone gets sad, man. Why the pills?
Why am I bringing this up now? Recently, more than one person has mentioned that I may have a eating disorder. They mentioned that my comments regarding my perception of my body are indicative of a disorder and not necessarily my eating habits.
I don't think I have a disorder but... that lady at the rehab's words are fucking with me. Am I unable to accept that I have mental health issues? Yes, I sometimes feel utter loathing for myself but this is nothing compared to the sheer hatred i used to feel towards myself.
I dunno... how can you piggy-back a 17 year old 'diagnosis'? How can you say I have mental health issues when none of my Axis indicate this anyway? You typed that shit out and now you wanna say some shit off the fucking record.
Go fuck yourself. I'm good now. You have no idea how good I am right here, right now.
This is still fucking with me. This is how my paperwork reads:
Diagnosis: 303.91 Alcoh Dep Nec/nos-contin
Axis I: cocaine dependence, heroin abuse, alcohol abuse, nicotine dependence, r/o depression recurrent, drug induced mood d/o
Axis II: Deferred
Axis IV: D+A, unemployed, living alone
Axis V: Current functioning: 50
They never diagnosed me for ANYTHING. I was never in a room with a psychiatrist or psychologist for more than 5 minutes. I was never assessed, diagnosed or even paid attention to by you fuckers. You went strictly by what happened 17 years ago after my last rehab. You fuckers threw pills at me in 1993 because I was fucking sad. Everyone gets sad, man. Why the pills?
Why am I bringing this up now? Recently, more than one person has mentioned that I may have a eating disorder. They mentioned that my comments regarding my perception of my body are indicative of a disorder and not necessarily my eating habits.
I don't think I have a disorder but... that lady at the rehab's words are fucking with me. Am I unable to accept that I have mental health issues? Yes, I sometimes feel utter loathing for myself but this is nothing compared to the sheer hatred i used to feel towards myself.
I dunno... how can you piggy-back a 17 year old 'diagnosis'? How can you say I have mental health issues when none of my Axis indicate this anyway? You typed that shit out and now you wanna say some shit off the fucking record.
Go fuck yourself. I'm good now. You have no idea how good I am right here, right now.

