Please don't underestimate the significance of her using the word "admit" about me throughout her notes. What I told her was that various situations had been inflicted on me by other people which were serious obstacles for me. What she wrote was that I was admitting to dysfunctional behavior.
I was evicted because I had objected to illegal treatment by my landlord. I was barred from shelters because I was harassed until I couldn't take it anymore. I know that I never used the term "burned bridges" in any conversation that I had with her or have had with anyone else for over a decade.
She's not even a bad person. She's not malicious; this is what she believes, and there was nothing that I could have told her and no way that I could have said it that would have changed what she believes.
What most of the world doesn't understand is what it is like to have people like this as your only support system at any time in your life, let alone when there are malicious people who are trying to hurt you and who are trying to take things away from you and who are more than happy to call you a crazy liar to defend themselves.
A psychiatric label is a death sentence. I walked into her office with the label, and that was how she perceived me from our first appointment to our last appointment, but years before I was also labeled with "Mania: Positive for grandiosity," medical records were written about me by other unmalicious psychiatrists accusing me of having poor insight. That is what life with a psychiatric history is like. As far as the people whose job it is to help you is concerned, they are always right about you. The more you say they're not, the more they say you need to be medicated.
