This will probably sound like something a psychologist would say, but apart from what splooge said about them being worthless parrots of basic bitch remedies and suggestions, there is SOME value in talking to them. Or someone at all for that matter.
It's not perhaps to get a magical answer or loads of good advice, but more perhaps to hopefully have a breakthrough as they like to say. This could come with talking to anyone though, not necessarily a psychologist.
Like for example you could see a counselor once a week and they just tell you the same things like eat an apple and go for a jog and you'll start feeling better, and you tell them you are too depressed to eat an apple and go for a jog, and they're like well you're gonna have to eat and apple and go for a jog in order to snap out of your depression, and you remind them that you can't, then at some point maybe one of you will see something that helps like, "hey wait a minute, you've become so convinced that you can't do something that even though you absolutely can, you can't accept it."
And maybe you figure out why. Or maybe not. Or maybe your counselor just pisses you off so much so that you get pissed off enough to light the proverbial fire under your own ass so that you don't have to keep going back to tell him or her the same fucking thing every week.
So basically the point in doing it could be more about a- being able to vent and rant to an irl person and b- waiting for the diamond in the rough, so to speak, the moment where something one of you says ends up clicking and something that never made sense ends up making complete sense. Just another perspective to look at it from.
Having said that, I personally haven't seen them much because I too feel like I already know everything they're gonna say or I just don't wanna go talk to a stranger about my feelings. I'd do well to take my own advice but I'm not very good at it.
So I'll just continue to carve lambs and Pentagons (mhmm) into my chest and crawl around my apartment growling at the electricity until something changes.
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Originally posted by RisiR †
I'm actually laughing right now.
I honestly didn't do much. The dude I worked with was a professional clown and he did most of the act. It was a routine but there was lots of improvising. We would go in and he would introduce himself as one of the doctors and tell the kids that I'm a nurse (krankenschwester - female word) to wich I'd make a funny face. We would walk from bed to bed and mess up magic tricks and balloon animals. I would casually fall on my face and act as if I was hurt just to bounce back like a champ and do funny faces. The massage was to never stop laughing. We gave them toys and books and then talked to them.
It was absolutely heartbreaking sometimes. I often felt guilty for some reason.
You can do all kinds of voluntary jobs in hospitals. I helped out in other areas, too. That's how I started in the hospital. You can help in the kitchen (lots of convicts doing community time) or you can push beds around. You can clean sheets and stuff but that's hardcore. You can go there and spend time with the elderly. They need that, too. Yea… lots of stuff.
That's beautiful. You should be proud of doing that. Sounds like a kid of survivors guilt. That's a great service you were doing. Would you go see the same kids again and again? I imagine it would be incredibly heartbreaking to see conditions deteriorate. Nurses have told me after a while you become pretty numb and with hospital clownery I'd imagine you'd be more involved and feel more of a loss. Probably best not to think about, good job, you are literally an everyday working class hero and I'm just a nigger
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Wow you were actually a German hospital clown? That's actually the most frightening thing I've ever heard of. If you were dual wielding flaming CUModo DRAGons it would only make you marginally more scary
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psychology is a fake science for retards and therapists are the absolute bottom rung of it. theyll tell you common sense things over and over and think they know more than you because of their nigger-tier degree. next time you go there you should just tell her how much her job is actually complete bullshit
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This is the music of our generation. An entire "cinematic universe" of the finest "cowboy music". Starting today, I will be posting one track per day leading up to my birthday. There are 43 tracks in all, and my birthday is in 44 days. You will be free of this musical masterpiece in 6 weeks. Without further ado, I present to you "Ram Ranch 1" aka "Ram Ranch", by Grant MacDonald:
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