Mr. Fears - Interventionist
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transOh shit. Things just keep getting more fucked up. Last night I called my Mom. We argued. She's still wishing for me to regress, which will NEVER HAPPEN.
So this morning a therapist called. I had agreed with my Mom to talk to a counselor, just so I can get all of the necessities taken care of. But, this therapist starts asking me about my drug problem. Apparently, my Mom had said I have been doing a bunch of drugs and not sleeping. I have no clue where she came up with that crap. Umm... I very rarely do drugs. I don't do any of them habitually, and I haven't bought any drugs since last year. So anyway, I talk to her (the therapist) for a while and I explain I only agreed to speak with a counselor regarding trans-issues. So she asks a few questions and then we're done. I'm assuming that's that. HAHAHA!
So a few hours later I get another phone call and another "therapist." This one introduces himself as Nathan Fears. Again, questions about drugs. Again I explain there is nothing to be discussed, unless a social trip to the bar now requires counseling. So he starts mentioning how my Mom has agreed to come pick-up my stuff and my dogs. Hmm... no mention of me. So I start wondering, where are they planning on me going? Curiouser and curiouser. We finally get to trans-issues, he starts asking questions like this is some sort of fetish. Then it starts sounding like he's enjoying hearing me explain myself, like in the wrong dirty-old-man kind of way. Anyway, we finish the conversation, and I continue wondering what the hell my family has planned for me. So a friend does a little researching for me. Turns out, Mr. Fears is an interventionist who handles in-patient care for drug addicts. What the fuck!? I guess they specialize in transportation and behavior modification. You can see his website here, http://www.877kickit4.com/index.asp.
So now I get it. She's given everyone this BS drug story so they can try and put me in an inpatient program to modify my behavior. To me, it's like my stupid Catholic family is trying to brain wash me. I'm in shock. I can't think straight. Days ago they were supposed to be here to help me move. Now they're trying to have me picked up like some kind of junkie. They hardly know me. I'm no junkie. For years I had smoked pot every other hour. That was no big deal for them. But now I hardly ever do anything (there's just too much on my mind to cloud my thoughts) but since I've come out they want me picked up. I never would have expected such a reaction. Sure, being shunned, treated poorly, looked down upon, judged, and other undeserved treatment, but locked up? I'm still in shock. I'm not even sure if I should remain in contact with them. So now I'm staying with friends and haven't given out my address, but to have to hide is just fucked. So I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I still want to see my family. But is this just another example of self destructive behavior? What to do, what to do.
In Pain with Fear-
Jami
So this morning a therapist called. I had agreed with my Mom to talk to a counselor, just so I can get all of the necessities taken care of. But, this therapist starts asking me about my drug problem. Apparently, my Mom had said I have been doing a bunch of drugs and not sleeping. I have no clue where she came up with that crap. Umm... I very rarely do drugs. I don't do any of them habitually, and I haven't bought any drugs since last year. So anyway, I talk to her (the therapist) for a while and I explain I only agreed to speak with a counselor regarding trans-issues. So she asks a few questions and then we're done. I'm assuming that's that. HAHAHA!
So a few hours later I get another phone call and another "therapist." This one introduces himself as Nathan Fears. Again, questions about drugs. Again I explain there is nothing to be discussed, unless a social trip to the bar now requires counseling. So he starts mentioning how my Mom has agreed to come pick-up my stuff and my dogs. Hmm... no mention of me. So I start wondering, where are they planning on me going? Curiouser and curiouser. We finally get to trans-issues, he starts asking questions like this is some sort of fetish. Then it starts sounding like he's enjoying hearing me explain myself, like in the wrong dirty-old-man kind of way. Anyway, we finish the conversation, and I continue wondering what the hell my family has planned for me. So a friend does a little researching for me. Turns out, Mr. Fears is an interventionist who handles in-patient care for drug addicts. What the fuck!? I guess they specialize in transportation and behavior modification. You can see his website here, http://www.877kickit4.com/index.asp.
So now I get it. She's given everyone this BS drug story so they can try and put me in an inpatient program to modify my behavior. To me, it's like my stupid Catholic family is trying to brain wash me. I'm in shock. I can't think straight. Days ago they were supposed to be here to help me move. Now they're trying to have me picked up like some kind of junkie. They hardly know me. I'm no junkie. For years I had smoked pot every other hour. That was no big deal for them. But now I hardly ever do anything (there's just too much on my mind to cloud my thoughts) but since I've come out they want me picked up. I never would have expected such a reaction. Sure, being shunned, treated poorly, looked down upon, judged, and other undeserved treatment, but locked up? I'm still in shock. I'm not even sure if I should remain in contact with them. So now I'm staying with friends and haven't given out my address, but to have to hide is just fucked. So I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I still want to see my family. But is this just another example of self destructive behavior? What to do, what to do.
In Pain with Fear-
Jami
