#i feel like john mulaney in his latest special. you gotta find the lowest rated doctor to get your drugs

[crimeronan]

the mental health clinic i'm going to tomorrow to manage my psych meds has pretty much exclusively dogshit reviews, which is to be expected because it's a medicaid clinic. even in portland you can expect that the american healthcare system is actively trying to kill poor people, nobody hates a poor person like a mental health professional. HOWEVER since i don't actually want to develop a rapport with a therapist or say anything true in my sessions or do anything except get my prescriptions and get out, here are the BEST THINGS i've learned:

providers are so overworked they will never remember your name or your patient history

you will have a different therapist every time

you will be in a different room every time bc no one has an office

the clinic will refuse to schedule you for therapy more than once a month if you "seem functional"

former employees attest that every therapist quits within 4 months because it's such an unrelenting hellscape

former employees attest that all the policies are made by a clinic owner with no background in trauma-informed care who fucking hates high-maintenance patients and wants to get you out the door as fast as possible

former employees and clients alike attest that the only thing anybody here cares about is avoiding on-paper malpractice suits instead of providing patient care

THE ONE SAD THING I'VE LEARNED:

the main psychiatrist is catholic. and hates medication.

THE GOOD NEWS:

i am a heterosexual cisgender white woman with good heterosexual cisgender friends who loves to work hard for money and wants to settle down someday with a husband and have babies and knows SO MUCH about jesus because i love jesus and He's going to heal me :)

THE BAD NEWS:

i am protestant.