Almost a year ago I began seeing a new psychiatrist/psychoanalyst. I had been in therapy before and after five years decided to take a break.
I was very fond of my past therapist and of the psychiatrists that worked alongside us to help improve my life.
I was able to go back to school, hold a GPA of 3.8 and found two jobs I really loved. I got married and felt confident with the direction I was headed. But after 5 years my husband left and I fell apart. My father who works at out local hospital thought it would help me to see the new psychiatrist heading up our psychiatric ward.
At first things were okay. He helped me feel comfortable and went at my pace. He went out of his way to help me when he really didn't have to, I believe as a favor to my father. But as time passed his technique seemed to change. He would "jokingly" call me crazy. Tell me on a scale of normal to "sick" I was on the sicker side. He basically began to make me feel that everything I felt was abnormal. When I spoke about men and not having a "type" he said I did..."losers".
One day he told me that he wouldn't see me unless I gave my full permission to have him disclose information about our sessions with my father who happens to be one of the big bosses of the hospital he worked at. I felt deceived that he was doing this before I even gave permission. I'm 30 years old and felt that wasn't appropriate. But reluctantly agreed. I still don't know why. My father said he didn't feel the need to even know my private info. I really began to feel like I was leverage because I was the bosses daughter.I feel he played games with prescribing medication. One week he'd be willing to prescribe to me and the next he would tell me he felt I was too emotional. How could I be too emotional? I was in the middle of a nasty divorce after my husband up and left. How else was I supposed to be?
I felt like this man took my private feelings and used them against me. For instance, knowing as a little girl I felt there was something wrong with me because I was adopted and my siblings weren't. And him telling me there was something wrong with me. I began feeling confused and depressed. He explained psychoanalysis was a different kind of therapy so I kept thinking maybe the things he was saying were going to help me somehow.
Recently I made a mistake in mispronouncing a medication my medical doctor put me on. I meant to say celebrex but said Cymbalta and he literally lost it with me. Telling me he didn't think he had to explain certain things to an "adult patient". The way he was talking to me took me by complete surprise. The way he was saying things really floored me. Insinuating that I was no more responsible than a child. I feel my mistake would have been easily caught had he not yelled at me the way he did. He had me sobbing uncontrollably and began smirking when I would try to explain through my sobs. He acted as if he no longer wanted to see me for treatment.
After I left I found out he went to my fathers office, told him I had a bad session and asked him to make sure I knew he wanted to see me again. I was super confused. I told my father everything and said I wasn't sure I felt emotionally safe to go back. But I ended up returning to try and rationally talk things out.
A week later I found out he was leaving the hospital and moving his practice to a different state. That apparently there had been some "problems".
When I had a breakdown after my husband left and spent a week in the hospital where he's the director of that area I asked him if there were cameras in the bathroom. He said no there in the shower so we can watch you. It was obviously a joke, but I didn't think so at first. He knew before that comment that some things had happened to me with men throughout my life from a very young age. So why would he even "joke" about his being able to watch me shower?
I know many professionals have different techniques and therapy is many times personalized. But something doesn't seem right in my gut.
I'd appreciate any opinions, especially if someone can see something through an angle that may help me understand where he may have been coming from.
I was very fond of my past therapist and of the psychiatrists that worked alongside us to help improve my life.
I was able to go back to school, hold a GPA of 3.8 and found two jobs I really loved. I got married and felt confident with the direction I was headed. But after 5 years my husband left and I fell apart. My father who works at out local hospital thought it would help me to see the new psychiatrist heading up our psychiatric ward.
At first things were okay. He helped me feel comfortable and went at my pace. He went out of his way to help me when he really didn't have to, I believe as a favor to my father. But as time passed his technique seemed to change. He would "jokingly" call me crazy. Tell me on a scale of normal to "sick" I was on the sicker side. He basically began to make me feel that everything I felt was abnormal. When I spoke about men and not having a "type" he said I did..."losers".
One day he told me that he wouldn't see me unless I gave my full permission to have him disclose information about our sessions with my father who happens to be one of the big bosses of the hospital he worked at. I felt deceived that he was doing this before I even gave permission. I'm 30 years old and felt that wasn't appropriate. But reluctantly agreed. I still don't know why. My father said he didn't feel the need to even know my private info. I really began to feel like I was leverage because I was the bosses daughter.I feel he played games with prescribing medication. One week he'd be willing to prescribe to me and the next he would tell me he felt I was too emotional. How could I be too emotional? I was in the middle of a nasty divorce after my husband up and left. How else was I supposed to be?
I felt like this man took my private feelings and used them against me. For instance, knowing as a little girl I felt there was something wrong with me because I was adopted and my siblings weren't. And him telling me there was something wrong with me. I began feeling confused and depressed. He explained psychoanalysis was a different kind of therapy so I kept thinking maybe the things he was saying were going to help me somehow.
Recently I made a mistake in mispronouncing a medication my medical doctor put me on. I meant to say celebrex but said Cymbalta and he literally lost it with me. Telling me he didn't think he had to explain certain things to an "adult patient". The way he was talking to me took me by complete surprise. The way he was saying things really floored me. Insinuating that I was no more responsible than a child. I feel my mistake would have been easily caught had he not yelled at me the way he did. He had me sobbing uncontrollably and began smirking when I would try to explain through my sobs. He acted as if he no longer wanted to see me for treatment.
After I left I found out he went to my fathers office, told him I had a bad session and asked him to make sure I knew he wanted to see me again. I was super confused. I told my father everything and said I wasn't sure I felt emotionally safe to go back. But I ended up returning to try and rationally talk things out.
A week later I found out he was leaving the hospital and moving his practice to a different state. That apparently there had been some "problems".
When I had a breakdown after my husband left and spent a week in the hospital where he's the director of that area I asked him if there were cameras in the bathroom. He said no there in the shower so we can watch you. It was obviously a joke, but I didn't think so at first. He knew before that comment that some things had happened to me with men throughout my life from a very young age. So why would he even "joke" about his being able to watch me shower?
I know many professionals have different techniques and therapy is many times personalized. But something doesn't seem right in my gut.
I'd appreciate any opinions, especially if someone can see something through an angle that may help me understand where he may have been coming from.