About honesty and panic, or why you SHOULD lie to your psychiatrist

So here I am again, with my urges. In my other post I asked you for advice; to lie or not to lie about having murderous tendencies. I decided to go with honesty. Truth fears no questions, as they say. I told my therapist everything, and it was relieving, finally having that off my stomach. And she said it were symptoms corresponding to my psychosis, and that a  reasonable “modus vivendi” could be worked out. So far so good you’d think, no? It made me feel safe and the past few days were really good for that matter. “A lie takes care of the present, but it has no future…” another one of those sayings. By telling the truth I believed I had given myself perspective on the future.

Oh, how deluded a person can be. After all those years of walking the earth, kept standing only by an almost pathologically strong talent for lying and manipulating, you’d think I am wiser than that. But no. I had to be honest for some reason. Tsss… Tuesday was my therapist’s appointment, today a call for my parents came in. The therapist, wanting to speak to my parents. She practically demanded an appointment with them, BEFORE my next appointment, for “urgent reasons”. She explained herself by saying she was VERY concerned over my condition.

Now, I am intelligent enough to know what that means. It starts with “co” and ends in “location”. That is what you get for trusting a therapist. If anyone has another explanation for my therapist’s behavior, please go ahead, I’d like to hear it. I’ll admit to a certain degree of panic. Panic because all I built up for myself will probably get shattered again and this time I don’t know how grave the damage will be. I suspect I can better start practicing in hiding pills under my tongue…

So to everyone out there, aspiring psychopaths and others, LIE TO YOUR PSYCHIATRIST. It’s probably the best advice I can get you.

Panicky greets, QP

PS: It may give you an idea of my condition that the thought of murdering my therapist before she could talk to my parents actually crossed my mind. Luckily I’m not stupid enough to try that.

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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9 Responses to About honesty and panic, or why you SHOULD lie to your psychiatrist

  1. tocksin says:

    A fact is actually an observation. “2+2=4″ and”The sun rises in the east,” are facts. They may or may not be any part of truth. “A wise woman builds her house, but a stupid one tears her house
    down,” is an example of truth. You can usually touch and measure a fact, but truth is more abstract. Facts may or may not support your understanding of truth, as in trial by jury. The story of Moses bringing the Ten Commandments to the Israelites may not be verifiable fact, but it is Truth people can learn and grow with.
    So what is your truth behind your thought, you may never know, thoughts come and go, the idea is not to attach ourselves to our thoughts, touch them like clouds and let them pass.
    I don’t trust thinking, the mind can receive a wrong message and go with it.
    To be human is to be vulnerable, there is truth. The fact is we are afraid to be vulnerable.

  2. When a therapist determines, or pursuant to the standards of his profession should determine, that his patient presents a serious danger of violence to another, he incurs an obligation to use reasonable care to protect the intended victim against such danger. The discharge of this duty may require the therapist to take one or more of various steps, depending upon the nature of the case. Thus it may call for him to warn the intended victim or others likely to apprise the victim of the danger, to notify the police, or to take whatever other steps are reasonably necessary under the circumstances.

    Sadly you have come across the danger of being honest and doing the right thing.
    Many danger’s can be avoided by telling the truth-The problem is that you always end up in the shit because either you commit the thought’s in your head to reality or you speak out telling the truth hoping to prevent any action’s taking place-You cannot win.
    Punished for doing right or wrong-A tricky situation indeed

    • I was just making plans again, I mean, plans to do something with my life… And then something like this happens. It seriously sucks.
      I asked her before I told her; I asked her specifically if she could tell anyone about it. She answered me no so I thought she was a safe zone.
      I know it’s probably not the therapist’s duty to tell her patients, but it should be known that if you pose a threat to others she CAN warn thirds about what you told her. It just seems unfair to make people believe they can safely tell everything when there are exceptions…
      Whatever happens, I will probably survive… As long as they don’t sedate me to the point of coma I’ll most likely figure something out…

  3. angelspanked says:

    They tell us to be honest and then punish us when we comply. I once told my therapist I was not going to kill myself but that I could not guarantee her I wouldn’t do something otherwise destructive but that if I did I had no intention to cause myself any great bodily harm. It was the truth. I wasn’t going to kill myself. I might have done other things, I might not have. I’m not a fucking psychic. I couldn’t be sure what I would do a few hours from then. I could have lied and yessssssss-ed her to death. Instead I told the truth. This wasn’t good enough for her. She personally escorted me to the ER where they gave me an IV to calm my anxiety. I ripped it out and tried to escape. They found me in the parking lot and some very beautiful nurse seductively enchanted me to come back inside, just before I was about to make a run for it. And I would have made it. But she was so pretty and had such a siren-like voice. She disappeared after that and they wouldn’t let me hunt her down to tell her off. They had 2 cops guarding my bed. I couldn’t even pee without an eye on me. It was a gross over-reaction on the parts of everyone involved. My point here is this: some people can’t handle the truth, so maybe we should spare them. You know, for their sakes.

    • Yeah, I agree now.
      I’m not afraid for what will come, not for myself at least. But I AM sad, sad about how our world functions.
      It reminded me a bit of the myth of King Midas. The guy had insulted a god and therefor that god had given him donkey ears. Of course, the king could not be seen with them so he started wearing a special hat. Everyone thought it was just fashion, and started to wear hats like that as well. Problem solved, you’d think. But no, the king also needed a haircut from time to time. Therefor there was one slave who had seen the ears. He could not tell anyone (he would had lost his head), so he went to the riverside and dug a hole in the ground. When no one was around he screamed as loud as he could in it “KING MIDAS HAS DONKEY EARS!” and then he quickly filled it up. A while, he felt relieved for having told someone his secret. But then the reed growing over the hole started whispering in the wind “King midas has donkey ears”, betraying the secret to anyone who passed.
      I feel like that slave… I forgot a therapist is not a hole in the ground. There just is no safe place to tell secrets without having to pay for the consequences.
      Your story is a classic, I’ve heard it from other people as well. Psychiatrists and therapists overreact all the time. Probably to avoid getting sued if you WOULD do something and they would have let you go…

  4. themisadventuresofmissmisfit says:

    Oh my, seems like I’ve been gone longer than I’ve noticed. I forgot to tell you why I asked you to lie when you first posted your urges. I told you I was a nurse, but what I forgot to do is relate it with your question of whether to lie or tell the truth. People in the medical field took an oath to help someone that is in need. We studied for years and it has been said that if we sense something that could be a possible threat, we alert those involved or even the authorities. It is quite unfair since the decision to tell something despite the contract of confidentiality is based solely on subjective judgement. Hey, at least now you know what to do. Do what you do best. You taught me that. 🙂

    • It set quite a few things in motion, my little confession to the therapist…
      I understand her decision, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about it all. Thanks to my parents I’m not being incarcerated right away, but tonight I will be seeing a psychiatrist specialized in psychopathy in adolescents and most likely I will be force-fed a pile of pills again…

      • themisadventuresofmissmisfit says:

        That’s awful, to be force fed pills. I hope your therapist doesn’t make you do that. I know you’re smarter than those around you. You have the ability to make the best out of a bad situation, it’s in your blood. Use the skills you have mastered throughout the course of your existence.

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