This was the headline –
How to stay calm with psychiatrist’s ‘rule of 12’ that’s guaranteed to help when ‘everything is going wrong’
I thought the “top psychiatrist” was going to give 12 calming techniques to get you through tough times.
Nope.
His big revelation was “expect 12 things to go wrong. So, deal with it.”
I thought of this scenario when I read this amazing revelation-
His patient is on a rooftop shooting people. The police ask him “what went wrong?”
He says,
“the 13th thing.”
To make matters even more infuriating, he thought of this when he was out on an exotic vacation.
I always thought a psychiatry degree was a really roundabout way for the psychiatrist to convince himself that they’re not as nuts as everyone else…
modern brain peepers are only there to make everything worse.
On purpose.
They only affirm mental illness now, use force of law to make everyone accept mental illness, and prescribe profitable drugs to cause or exacerbate mental illness that you HAVE to take FOREVER or you will end up completely psychotic.
When the revolution comes a special effort needs to be made to round shrinks up and send them to the Lord by the speediest way possible for Judgement as their crimes are too great to be punished here.
But if the opportunity presents to send them to hell in pain, that option shouldn’t be discounted either…
I found it funny that his name is “Amen”.
Maybe praying when things go wrong would help…
His next patient should shoot him first thing in the morning.
Then tell the jury they were just sparing him from the 11 other things.
I’ve only met two psychiatrists in my life time (not as a patient). Both were women and both were bat-shit crazy.
Is this the same shrink who said,
“When all you have is vise grips,
everything looks like a testicle.”?
So how do you deal with 81 million?
There was a cartoon about a motivational speaker (might have been Dilbert) where is entire speech was, “work hard or get fired.” That about sums things up.
Shrinks like social workers and other therapists generally come from dysfunctional backgrounds.
A guy goes to the psychologist wearing nothing but saran wrap. The psychologist says “I can clearly see you’re (your) nuts.”
In my experience “improvise, adapt & overcome” seemed a better plan than counting to 12 …and I find it curious that so many people today have to deal with “trauma”, and “healing” from that “trauma”.
Don’t teach people how to deal with diversity, just deal with up to 12 problems before you fall apart.
I went to several over the years and not one was really helpful. They just sit there and never offer any actual constructive advice. The drugs they prescribe either don’t work or have nasty side effects. Better off getting a dog and going hunting.
blow it out of your ass, nword
He counts them? How idiotically anal.
@SNS- instead of speedy delivery to hell, maybe just stuff then in straight jackets and force feed them all the drugs they’ve ever prescribed and after a year or so, cut them off cold turkey and let nature take it’s course. maybe even keep them in a white room for the year, and when you cut them off, put them in a blackout box for a couple days for fun.
I have only dealt with one actual Psychiatrist. The man was a pompous fraud and an asshole. I think most of them are
How on earth do you think Big Pharma gained such control over the populace? Mental cases like this guy treating other mental cases.
Must see, Daniel Amen in QUACKWATCH:
https://quackwatch.org/?s&_sf_s=daniel+amen
Sapper Chris WEDNESDAY, 27 SEPTEMBER 2023, 12:29 AT 12:29 PM
…I like the way you think, but the odds are against having that much alone time with one, and there’s a lot that need to be “processed”.
Sometimes old ways are the best, and automobile tools can be used interchangeably with medical ones when high long term survival rates are not a desired outcome.
…also, sometimes we can be infomed by fiction. I seem to recall a movie where Drill Sergeant Gunny offered to rip out a recruit’s eyes and skull fuck him. Perhaps an experiment could be made to test the utility of ths statement, but only rip ONE eye out so the celebrant can enjoy the visual spectacle of what’s to. uuh, “come”.
But it may be difficult to find a human male that would find the duty actually attractive, so a sufficiently endowed member of the animal kingdom could be employed, or perhaps a mecanical device of the sort favored by the ladies could be used in a pinch.
Sadly, the offending brain has no pain receptors of its own so stimulation to that point that clearly promises to violate said dark matter at some future time could at least keep the anticipation high, as the foul brain of such specimens is the thing they value most for its ability to destroy the lives of others for fun and profit.
But after all is said and done, you want to be sure a second encounter is not needed, n’est ce pas? To that end we can turn again to the automotive world, specifically the air chisel, which can be equipped with a number of tools both blunt and sharp, none of which would have the slightest difficulty piercing bone.
But this is all just a joke, I’m a comedian, right? Like all the Commie comedians who can say whatever, “its a joke”, right.
Hyuck.
I’ve had two psychologists I had to interact with a lot over the years. Both were some of the oddest people I ever met. Their families were nuts too.
Going to a psychiatrist is like going to a hooker but without the sex.
I felt lousy a couple days ago. Then, I read excerpts from the Bible. Within minutes, my mood improved substantially.
Shrinks are sick in the head themselves, always wanting to know about people’s innermost thoughts and feelings. They’re the Peeping Toms of the soul.
Psychology (and it’s bastard child psychiatry) are about where astronomy was before the invention of the telescope . Lots of observations, measurements and wildly competing theories.