I got out of "group" today, or as they say it "graduated" or as I say it "ran out of insurance".  Whichever way you choose, it means I am now free again!  I won't say group has helped me, but I won't say it has hurt me either.  It was very interesting to be in a group of 20+ who all wanted YOU to listen to THEIR problems, but didn't want you to listen to YOURS.  I found out a week before graduating that not one person in the room, my social worker included, even knew the two main problems that drove me there (well, thoses and my car) when I was accused of talking all the time - shows how well they were listening doesn't it?.  When my regular doc told me he wanted me to go I thought it'd be a take turns kind of thing and I'd get one-on-one counselling if needed AND boy did I need it (reference bipolar blabber).  I would have been MUCH better off if my doc had just suggested go to a counselor - not only would I have gotten my 45 mins worth and all the anger/upsetness out I wouldn't have been PEC'd by an anal of a psychicritist.  And no matter how much I like the new one I don't trust him any further than I can throw him (you don't think I'd keep the one who PEC'd me because he couldn't be bothered to take 10 minutes to explain to me that my drugs were interacting on each other - Oh, no - it was just much easier to put my butt in the hospital against my will - and believe me it WAS!).  NEVER go to a psych hospital if you can help it - lie or whatever it takes to keep the little physicist happy so you can stay on the "outside" - not only are they deadly dull, you can come out worse than when you went in.  The LORD however protected my sanity - and if 6 days of a Charmed marathon won't drive you over the edge you're pretty stable.  Cause that's ALL we did, was watched Charmed - which as a fantasy lover I am drawn to, but as a Christian I am repelled by (witchcraft).  We had at tops 1 1/2 to 2 hrs of "group" therapy - again where everyone wants you to listen to them, but not give you the courtesy of listening back.  I know because one of the other "patients" told me they (that infamous they) meaning the younger crowd made fun of me.  Well, they were no barrel of monkeys themselves!  If I figure out what that means I'll tell ya - it just sounded good and popped to mind!  But anyway - I'm out of group and I'm supposed to go back one day a week for 4 weeks to "adjust".  Show of hands?  If you voted "No, she's not going back" you are probably a winner because as of this time I do NOT plan to go back.  I met some really nice people there, but they are all almost graduated and I don't know some of these others too well - besides I found out today I'm funny (Told you those voices in my head were right - JK - REALLY don't hear any voices and pray to the LORD I never do - I can't imagine how unbelievably scary that must be and I really should stop picking fun before it happens to me) and that I talk funny (knew that - my high-pitched voice has been getting on my nerves for more years than I knew what nerves were.  But that is beyond my control - use to get razzed by a teacher in nursing school for using a little girl voice - heck it was the only voice I HAD) and oh - I scratch my head (NOT dandfuff my stylist says - just habit???).  But I'm so glad to get out, I'm so glad to get out, I'm so glad to get out!  Yeah me!  So celebrate for me tonight.  My celebration included a bowl of Lucky Charms, a couple of Benadryl strips (uck! I mean they taste n-a-s-t-y!) and re-reading a farside cartoon book - done the Bible (well, I have to admit - it was just a once over and NOT the indepth study IT deserve and I need!) and don't feel like any mind edifying stuff tonight!  So ta, ta for now!  See you in the funny papers!