I spent most of today fuming about Shrinkiepoo's threats against me (see this post). On the 50 minute commute to my philosophy class this morning it was all I could think about. I really do hate that man. And I have decided that I'm not going to stand for his shit anymore.
I had a session with D today-- I called him yesterday, upset about my session with Shrinkiepoo, and asked for an extra meeting before our usual Friday session. And let me say, I really like D. He is on my side. He is not controlling. He listens to me. He's my advocate. I told him about Shrinkiepoo's ECT threat and D said that he didn't agree with it. He said that in his opinion ECT would only come on the table if I was going to die; if it were ECT or NOS's death he would choose ECT. Understandable. I can agree to that. But Shrinkiepoo made it seem like if my mood slips even a little he will force me to undergo ECT again, and that I just won't do. (ECT was traumatic enough the first time around and I was forced into doing it then as well.) So D said he'd call Shrinkiepoo tomorrow to discuss this and to tell him that threatening a girl with an eating disorder/control issues will not turn out well.
But I think that as soon as I get back to uni I am going to start looking for a new psychiatrist. I no longer feel comfortable telling Shrinkiepoo how I'm feeling, and he does not respect me or my autonomy in the least. I have boundaries and Shrinkiepoo has overstepped them.