Psychologist

A Story by Alucinor

My thoughts on Psychologists.

Dear Psychologist.

Don't think you know me. For i know, what you think you know.
I know what your questions really mean, don't think they will give you answers.

You asked me, "have you ever experienced knowing of the future, like clairvoyance?"
"Are you experiencing that you can make things happen, with pure willpower?"
Translation. " Are you experiencing a psychotic state?"
If you where to have asked me the translated question the answer would've been different.
But i do understand why the question where formulated as mentioned.
because one of the defining factor of psychosis is that an individual who are experiencing a psychosis can't
be aware of their psychotic state. So to make it simple, you have to trick the individual/Patient into confessing to having a psychosis.

I would rather claim that you Miss Psychologist are the one living in a Psychotic reality, for you are the one who has not yet understood that your reality is at its least as weird as mine, if not weirder. You are the one that believes in a collective reality, but if i where to ask you the following;

If our human brain are receiving 1% of the information our eyes are picking up, how come we experience the world as 100% if our subjective being is not filling in the gaps?

How come you treat me as a criminal when i came to you as a patient... You force me to give samples saying that it is necessary for my ongoing investigation and without it you can't help me. I would have understood if the test happened once, but three times within 1 month... Who is the loser if i where to lie that i'm drug free when i'm not, if not myself?

When i realize after one meeting that i could manipulate these Doctors and psychologists into prescribe me any drug i wish or to give me the diagnostic of my choice. How could i possibly respect your credibility.

Do i really need you to judge if i'm schizophrenic or bipolar when i feel i could get the same competes as you from 3 hours online.

I came to you to get help, not feeling stupid.
I came to you to gain insight, not see your ignorance.

But on second thought, some meth would be nice.