We happened to have a foreign exchange student living with us at the time, and I am an only child. As soon as the psychiatrist found out about the exchange student, I think she latched onto the idea that I was just seeking attention, even though it had taken years for me to get up the courage to talk to my mom about going. She was a little nuts herself, I think...we mostly just talked about college since I didn't trust her to talk about more personal things most of the time. She told me her son - who was in 9th grade at the time - already knew what scholarships he was applying to, what colleges he was applying to, where he would go if admitted, etc. How many people have that all figured out at 15 years old?? I still wonder if that plan actually unfolded as she had hoped, or if he changed his mind about his major at the last moment and where he wanted to apply, heh.
I think the thickheaded comment was because I didn't open up to talk much, and I didn't want to study at a college abroad. At the time I wanted to be a graphic design major and she kept trying to push me to consider schools in Italy. I can't believe that woman came so highly recommended by my former family doc. I later found out the psychiatrist's specialty was marriage counseling...not even counseling children/adolescents or issues of depression and anxiety. So it was just a bad experience all around.
Even though I was a minor, counselors are still supposed to respect privacy, and if parents ask, the counselor should explain to them the importance of keeping a child's trust and confidentiality. Of course, if the parents persist then the counselor must share. Or if there is information about self-harm or harming someone else. That woman openly volunteered the little bit of information I shared, my parents had not even asked for it.
Probably one of those cases where the woman went into that profession for the money, not to help people. If I ever did do counseling, I would choose a clinician/psychologist and not a psychiatrist.
"Life's journey is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights,
but you can make the whole trip that way."
Chronic Lyme, Depression, Anxiety, 12+ Years