You strike me as very conscientious, which is a quality I would like in a provider.
You don't strike me as a troll, and I would probably know . . . (I was the dancing psychiatrist)
I saw a psychiatrist once, and I'm pretty sure nobody would believe me if I described their practice. I may have described it once. But in town, therapists and the community services board consider it a cult. And it's run by a board-certified psychiatrist. I was in it for 6 weeks. It started off great: Move to a new town, call the closest psychiatrist, psychiatrist picks up his own phone, wants you to come in within days to take a tour of the building. Then he describes the process, and you make a joke, "Ha! Sounds like a cult." You go back in and slowly find out it is. He takes insurance for the first visit only. After that you have to be in one of his several groups. Medications are prescribed and changed in group in front of everyone. For the first two weeks, you're not allowed to talk. Every session at the end he goes around the room and asks if you trust him. You're only allowed to say yes or no. If you say no, you have to leave and can never come back. He is adamantly against all holidays and celebrating them. Has a myriad of bizarre social and political positions that he goes on about at length. It's mostly him talking. It's like AM radio whacko stuff. One woman had been going to him for 27 years. He would get people to bring their family members into the groups or have them disconnect from them if they didn't and seemed not "healthy." He would switch people from group to group seemingly randomly. I think he had maybe 3 groups. He said that the great paradox of life was that complete independence requires complete dependence (on him). He said that there were no "healthy" psychiatrists but him. People would talk about leaving and he would predict doom for them if they did. One woman started to leave in a session and they had a long drawn out debate and she eventually sat back down. You had to bring cash to each appt because he charged infractions (in my case if I made a ticcing sound, one time when I spilled a bottle of water). He said most gay people were gay for the attention. He made me throw away a hat I wore in session because he said it made me look like an old Jewish man. I got it out of the garbage as I was leaving and I was reported to him by one of the other members. He made me throw it away again. When I got home I finally had it and realized how crazy it all was and I called and said I was going to file a police report for stolen property if he didn't give me the hat back. He told me I was throwing my life away and I would never be healthy without him. You were not allowed to talk to any other group members ever outside the group. He stood in the parking lot watching people get into their cars, presumably to see if they did.
A few things on why cults/gangs work: He knew my name. He took a very active interest in me. He answered his phone immediately and was immediately available. Some of the criticisms he had of other psychiatrists were valid. And the few times other people in the group got to talk, I actually liked the sense of community.
Anyhow, all that is to say I believe a person such as
@futuredo32 can be real because I have seen things that would stretch credibility in the realm of fiction. Edit: I realized this sounded like I was saying if someone can be that bad, I can believe someone "less bad" like futuredo32 exists, which is not what I meant. I meant more that I could believe about anything—I mean there's a plastic surgeon in Miami who live broadcasts the boob jobs he does. So was basically saying nothing much surprises me. I have no particular inclinations as to how any of you practice because frankly I forget who is who most of the time. I remember the stories but lose the association with the user name. But in the case of seeing the patient with extra time outside "the frame" I have no strong feelings.
Back to the original topic, my sister and her husband are coming today for Christmas and they both have colds and suddenly my sympathies have changed dramatically. I've put out bottles of hand sanitizer and I'm going to wear a mask. Merry Christmas!