The Rapist

Here's a funny little story about the first time I went to see Dr. Clayson (PhD) during my junior year in high school:

My mother and I were standing around in his waiting room for my first appointment. This was a 3-hour psychological exam (I got a 132 on the IQ Test). My mom's a nervous wreck because the evil Dr. Downs (that's a whole 'nother post...) told her I was a deviant who had smoked marijuana and tried LSD; in fact, I might even have organic brain damage! (I think he wanted to sign me up for some ECT). Hence, the psychological testing.

So, we're standing around looking at this bulliten board with these little, hand-drawn faces, but only the eyes are filled in. (I wish I had a hyperlink or picture for you) All the little faces have labels underneath, like "Schizophrenic", "Paranoid", "Alcoholic", "Manic", "Depressed", etc. The eyes were supposed to represent the different psychological maladies (I hope you get the idea). There's one little face all by itself at the bottom of the thing we're looking at, but this one has no eyes, just ears. My mom looks at that one and says, "Oh, look at 'The Rapist'."

Dr. Peter Whybrow, M.D. mentions, in his book A Mood Apart, that the average BP spends 10 years in "therapy" and goes through 3 "therapists" before being finally diagnosed (Third time's the charm?).

Considering how many people needlessly suffer while most of these "therapists" have no clue, what my mother said makes sense.

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