are doctors and the counselors. That's why they went through all the schooling.
We are just the dumbsh*ts out here in the real world trying to cope. We need their help.
When we go see them - we are the patient which is why we have to be patient and listen to what they say without getting pissed off at them (too much) (even if they are nutjobs).
And if you disagree with what they say or have a different opinion -You have to disagree calmly and try not to freak out so they are tempted to call the guys in the whitecoats.
The good thing is that *you* can be a diaper in the psychiatrist office. It's good to absorb the info they give you.
Eventually you'll discover the reason people become counselors and psychiatrists is because they are f*cked up in the head. But they were there (fucked up) first and knew they needed help so they got some. Now they make the big bucks and we make crap on a stick. Somehow it all works out which is exactly what will happen with your life too.
Bradley deserves a sane, calm mommy. He really does. Because when he's 5 years old and ties you up with rope and turns the stereo on and off and puts a chair by the light switch and repeats "on and off" each time he flicks the switch, you'll need your sanity at that time. Seriously.
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