Recommend anything and anyone else, to avoid having to do any police work. I lived on Pine st in Montclair NJ. Called the police on my upstairs neighbors who were throwing things at me from their apartment. The officer said it was not illegal for them to do this and didn’t even ask them to stop!
I wish I was 50 years old.
1. Is the paint gluten free?
2. Are the ceramics gluten free?
3. Can I paint the stars? (only if you have a dream)
4. How many layers have I painted? (why are you asking me?)
5. Will a red wine spill stain my ceramic piece? (this one’s common, the answer is ‘no’)
6.Is nine coats of paint too much?
7. Can I leave my kid here unsupervised while I drink at the bar across the street? (sad, but true)
8. How do I replicate the Monet painting? (go to art school)
9. Where can I hang a piñata for my child’s birthday party? (I’ve heard this more than once, the answer is ‘at home, in your China Cabinet’)
10. Is it fun working here?
I wish I didn’t have to take the “Attachment Interview” with my mother. However, with my therapist giving me the attachment questions ahead of time, I had a week to process the answers with someone before returning to my next session. Unfortunately, the only person around to help me process the answers was my mother. So I’d sit with her and dissect my early childhood experiences, in order to give thorough answers to my therapist the next time I saw her. I tried really hard to well on the interview. With the promise of happiness once I completed it. Now I know why it took me 4 months to complete and why I became more and more psychotic as the weeks passed!
I have to be a case study. How many people can say the took the “Adult Attachment Interview,” to process childhood trauma, with a parent instead of an interviewer?!
My therapist chose to get the police involved in my therapy. I assume this is part of “Chaos Theory,” if I’m correct about the type of ‘therapy’ I received.
She encouraged me to constantly call Montclair police on my neighbors.
Unfortunately, the very first time I called for help, the police explained it was a situation they couldn’t help me with. Elizabeth told me to keep trying, they’d have to help me eventually. But no, they meant what was said the first time, a dog is allowed to bark nonstop and it is not a police matter.
Also, a dog owner is allowed to throw things at their downstairs neighbors from above. This falls into the same category as dog barking. It’s considered “harassment,” but not necessarily a crime. My only recourse was to sue my neighbors or move. So eventually I moved from an apartment where I had lived for over 7 years.
The only “help” I’ll ever be entitled to is a bunch of people pretending to be something they’re not.
I attended an IOP where the sole purpose was to make me completely delusional. Even the patients played a role.
EVERYONE I met was a figment of my imagination! A prop placed there to solicit information from me and set me up! It’s never going to end, either.
It would be crazier than I feel, to go out and meet new people. I will always wonder who they’re working for and what they’re planning on doing to me. And WHY?! Why would multiple mental health professionals arrange such a thing? To ruin my future like Elizabeth did. So I can’t have a future in society, cause she labeled me a sociopath.
They may not care about helping you, but they sure can MAKE you disabled!
to my “therapist” at ocean mental health:
NO. I WILL NEVER BE AS FUNCTIONAL AS I WAS PRIOR TO MEETING ELIZABETH. ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR LIES. NO ONE COULD TRUST PEOPLE AGAIN, AFTER THAT EXPERIENCE OR, THE EXPERIENCE AT YOUR HEALTHCARE FACILITY! THANKS FOR PREVENTING ME FROM EVER BEING A FUNCTIONING MEMBER OF SOCIETY.
ocean mental health services is willing to contact a family member of mine (and disclose personal information about me to her), who was NOT on my emergency contact list.
but they’re not willing to help me.
big fucking surprise!
Maybe it’s my fault if the masses in my breast are cancerous.
However, it’s my therapist’s fault I haven’t gotten regular mammograms and seen my breast specialist at Hackensack Meridian in 3 years, now. My therapist made me too terrified of the hospital to go there to receive services!
Each of the 3 mammograms I got at the hospital, resulted in a specialist telling me immediately I need them biopsied. Then I went to a specialist at the same hospital who ultrasounded my breast in order to closely monitor the size and location of the masses. She said as long as she continues to monitor them, she can be exact as to whether they have grown or moved! But I can’t return to that hospital cause I’m too scared. If I get a mammogram elsewhere, they will suggest a biopsy, same as the technicians did after the first 3 mammograms. The only way to AVOID a biopsy or KNOW if it is necessary, is to return to the specialist who I was seeing until I was terrified away from routine medical care; particularly at this hospital. By my therapist.