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| January 15 2002 Tuesday This is how it went with the psychiatrist - Psychiatrist: 'Sit down please, Adrian.' Me: 'Why do you feel that I need to sit down?' Psychiatrist: 'All right,then stand if you prefer.' Me: 'Why do you feel I would prefer to stand?' Psychiatrist: 'I don't, I was just giving you an option.' Me: 'Why do you think I would need an option?' Psychiatrist: 'Are you taking the piss out of me, young man?' Me: 'If I was taking the piss out of you - how would you feel about that? Psychiatrist: 'Have you ever thought of becoming a psychiatrist, Adrian?' Me: 'These feelings you seem to be harbouring about me wanting your job, approximately how long have you been having them?' The psychiatrist then stared at me for about five minutes, took notes for about ten minutes, then said I could go. I told him I hadn't had my hour yet. He asked me what I meant. I explained that in all the films or TV dramas I've ever seen the client always gets an hour, because the session always ends with the psychiatrist saying something like 'Sorry, your hour is up, we'll have to go into that at your next session'. He said that if he had an hour with me he'd be in need of a psychiatrist himself. I left. |
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