I got that feeling one time. Psychiatrists often have a healthy ego. Some of them want you to be in awe of them. But unless a psychiatrist tells me something I didn’t know I’m not too impressed. But I think it is part of therapy to project quirks in your personality onto your pdoc. I always wanted to get a female pdoc because I don’t feel comfortable getting intimate with a man in any way. There is always going to be some resistance there. (I’m a male myself.)
I always assumed they liked me. Maybe I’m wrong.
There have been only a couple I got that vibe from, out of about ten pdoc’s I’ve interacted with, not always in therapy. I probably wouldn’t make any more progress with a female pdoc. Both sexes have their hazards.
I always think pdocs just want my money and don’t care really.
I’ve come across a couple of them that I felt had an active dislike of me. One was male, and the other was female. I don’t have good feelings about either one.
There have also been psychiatrists I liked. I think psychotherapy can be very punishing work. One time I had a psychology professor who said, “Once you’ve been a clinical psychologist for six months the whole world starts to look like a cesspool.” Psychiatrists see people at their worst. I can see how you would burn out.
Most of them have not liked me and/or not been able to get who I am as a person. Ideally one needs to be intelligent enough not to frustrate them , but not so intelligent that they get p****d off with you for making them question their self perceived intellectual superiority.
All of my pdocs have been nice to me and reasonable. The doctors at the psychiatric ward are quite worse they should be sued for poly pharmacy.
I tend to be wary of doctors because of my own insecurities. Not sure I can correctly determine their opinion of me as a result. I have been dumped by a few, though. One was a really good thing as the lady I saw was insanely toxic. One was a neuro who wanted me to go to a specific headache specialist that didn’t take insurance and wanted an insane amount of money up front. Others have been because I don’t show up for appointments. I’m willing to pay the missed appt fee, but some don’t care that I freak out at the thought of leaving the house. Heck, even a Zoom call made me panic. I don’t want to see people!!! But doctors don’t care.
I’ve had some shiit ones in my day:
One at the ward the first time around (prescribed Zyprexa without consulting me or my mom and asking about family history of health conditions first),
And another who couldn’t give two shiits less that Risperdone was making me lactate on par with a dairy cow.
But my current pdoc/prescriber is pretty nice and good at what she does, and a pdoc I saw while in an outpatient program first got me on Abilify— which changed my life tremendously.
So, there are decent medical professionals out there, but it’s hard as heck going through the process of trying to land one.
I had two that seemed to hate me because I am very med sensitive and require frequent monitoring and support.
Yeah they like to see me once a month but I have panic-attack reactions to certain meds so they get quite a few calls.
I’ve had some good ones and some bad ones…one got me arrested for something I didn’t do, another one was like talking to a wall cuz she never showed any kind of emotion. I like my current pdoc even tho he’s really a physician’s assistant, he’s nice and jokes around, but more importantly he listens to me and considers how I want my treatment to go.
I think that to traditional pdoc’s the patient is supposed to project their emotions they’ve built up onto the therapist. If I have that right, psychotherapy must by an arduous process for both parties. I was always afraid to project my emotions onto a therapist because I was afraid I would be abusing someone who hadn’t hurt me. I’ve always been a little afraid of my own anger. I don’t think my prospects for therapy are good. I intellectualize everything.
Mine tend to either die on me or leave practice.
My new one is a toss up.
I had one die on me. He was one of the better pdoc’s, too. When I die I hope I am as lucid as he was when he died. A long bout of dementia doesn’t appeal to me.
Last psychiatrist I had didn’t seem to like me.
There was one who was really off and one who wrote in his papers that my skirt was too short because it was above my knees.
My mum didn’t think the skirt was too short.
It was middle of thighs length.
It was actually a business suit I was wearing so it was a elegant look.
He might have been a bit conservative and judgmental.
The other psychiatrist I had I think liked me and had my best interest at hear but not all of them no.
Another psychiatrist might say this psychiatrist was fixated on his mother, or something like that.
Yes … but I find it hard to believe that people actually like me most times
I’m not sure my current one likes me much. I miss my California doctor.