movie I attend psychiatrists since my childhood because I have the honor to be part of this merry band of son and daughters psychiatrist. So it took me only two minutes spent in the office of a psychiatrist to understand my problem with my mother. Just like home, it punctuating my sentences with a "hmm ... yes ...?" compassionate and incentive, which allowed the effusion of my doubts faded, my objections, my brief discomfort which sadly looks like that of my contemporaries. It was a écair sudden lucidity, as if I had taken a bath with Archimedes, exclaiming "Eureka!". My mother was no longer the impregnable fortress located in an outlying region of the galaxy. She was a psychiatrist, who is a psychiatrist more prone to deformation professional pathological family environment. In two minutes, I solved a problem that plagued me for 20 years, discovering that I was not a girl but simply unworthy the daughter of my mother and her little neuroses. Her illness is called "learned air." It consists of a neutral in all respects, where I get the same type of non-response to issues as diverse as "How to find meaning in my life?" or "if you eat spaghetti tonight?" - "Um ... yes? ...", Mingled with a foolproof relativism, go right or wrong is a matter of perspective on the events of life and our daily actions. There is something in each bougnat psychiatrist harvest depends on the weather and the weather is capricious, or so simply to quote Aunt Annette to 90 years ago "in life there are good and my worst, we must take two. " The peasant was a psychiatrist without knowing it. I am therefore delighted emerged from this meeting where I had gone backwards, and since I have deep respect for this profession that I regretted it at an annoying tendency to pass at all costs for small pills. Who knows why, the idea of taking antidepressants and anxiolytics depresses me and makes me anxious in advance.
Among psychiatrists, there is the same problem as the mass of students taking courses at the Faculty of Psychology: a large part of them just look for the answers to his existential problems many and varied. There is nothing worse and more hopeless than a sack of psychology, except perhaps that of pestacle arts, history and that of the letters. In each, there is a population of perverts, fanatics, lost souls of the living and, in the past, girls. Probably the biggest handicap of all. A big question now bothering the pundits of the Ministry of Health: medical students no longer choose psychiatry as a specialty. There are multiple factors to explain this fact.
is one of the least profitable medical specialties when it takes 5 minutes to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Trucmuche buttocks in dermatology, it takes at least 30 minutes for a session at the psychiatrist
- the rate of healing Psychiatry is thus little low rewarding - do we cure critical diseases, that is to say we cure to be oneself when that society itself disturbs and destabilizes the other and still be cured of uncontrollable events in life, a bereavement, termination, ECSTA wrong, or empty, all these things that make you end up outside, and must then relearn everything
- a virtual requirement to work some time in the public number of psychiatrists and shared between a professional activity and heavy penalties and pathology units HP
- loans granted to the poor of what HP has put off many good wishes, when we know that these are services where patients require longer stays as well as gerontology, or oncology
- the disreputable acts psychiatric excessive distribution of ineffective treatments in view of the results, the status of sister asylums, where prevailing archaic and inhuman methods, electroshock, straitjackets, restraint, isolation and confinement, supervision and disempowerment of the patient, short enough to fill several museums and the horrors of torture.
A practice questioned both in terms of pharmacology that employed theories put into practice, means and consistently strong criticism of the current psychoanalytic or behavioral, and polemics on the need to reform the approach to patient treatment, the hospital facilities ... Legend of omnipotence, the psychiatrist is one who has the full powers on the patient, the right of life and death, a follower of the unilateral decision that inevitably end up being harmful to the patient since there is necessarily aggressive treatment and dramatization for his actions and at the other end of the story is hopelessly psychiatrist that criticized the company for having a sick leave hazardous in nature, murderer of children, old men or young women blossom in the most perverse and horrible, needless to say, Saturday night at a time when the countryside and cities are peopled with shadows, the HP becomes branch of the drunk tank nearby police station.
The psychiatrist is the monster of our societies disgusting, whining and wailing. He replaced the priest in confession and is the guardian of the temple of our imbalances. It is the mirror of our hypocrisies, no one likes but everyone consults. Who would do 10 years of study to be the handbook scapegoat of an entire society? Who would be sensible enough to figure good human consciousness at a discount, fad, and restaurant toilets road? I like to think that if more people, at least among those who pass the first year of medicine, psychiatry does not choose, because the strict numerus clausus no longer holds that intelligent people, capable, balanced and careerists. One may therefore conclude that if the future will not allow us to solve our moral sufferings, they will account for physicians fully effective as to lubrication of machinery of our small biological machines. For the spirit, we remain the corner pub, friends, fortune tellers, dredging or literature. Today I compare
my mother to Sisyphus, condemned to inefficiency in a world where she is alone against all, patients, patient families, hospital administration, society and even his own family. I then found his "um ... yes ...?" heroic stoicism as the face of rejection, both of detachment from emotions and unhealthy self-righteous. Neutrality and relativism. It could become an immortal, a meditating Buddha 500 years under its tree of life almost. I often wonder who this woman is so abstract and distant. Is it wise or apathetic, indifferent or sensitive, I put my hand to cut than mystery, in addition to remain thicken.
