A Psychologist, a Counselor and a Psychiatrist!

I recently visited a school for the post of a counselor and the receptionist saw me with a faint smile and asked-

Read me

Me: How?

Rec: you are a psychologist

me: Well, am not a mind reader

Rec: But still, tell something

Me: How would I know about you more than you do?

Rec: But still

Me: (Silent- with some frustration as to not know what to say)

        Later explained to her what a counselor means, how we don't read minds, how all this is an Indianized movie version of a psychologist!! 

The reason why I didn't write for a long time, really long time is because I got married, got busy and got lazy. Now, Am writing which means I really need to write some things out.

I have been on a lookout for a job and I have been getting a lot of 'face-palm' situations because of the kind of things I get to listen. I am neither a world renowned counselor nor a busy trainer in soft skills. But I still like what I do, have restricted view of a lot of jobs and love what I read. 

Therefore, here I am, all to write about a few things not true about Psychology and those that are true.

Distinction:

Who is a Psychologist?

A psychologist is a therapist in various settings like schools, organizations(ex: stress issues in a corporate office) and clinics(dealing with depression) who understands various psychological issues and helps manage them. They may or may not use tests and their subject knowledge and scope are very different.

A psychologist may also be teaching psychology is a school or college but that does not involve therapy.

Who is a Psychological counselor or a Counselor?

A counselor is also a therapist who understands psychological issues but helps the client by conversing either on a one-to-one session(45min/ 1Hr session) or in a group setting ( ex:women shelter group). They may or may not use tests. Also, there are various divisions in counseling, marital counseling, family counseling, rehabilitation counseling to name a few.

A counselor can always refer you to a psychologist when the need arises or for extra support.

Who is a psychiatrist?

A psychiatrist is a physician (M.B.B.S;M.D) who prescribes medicines for psychological problems. He is an expert is drugs and neuron links. So the next time you consult a psychiatrist for someone, do ask them if you need a therapist/counselor because treatment works best with therapy. Also, a psychiatrist may not necessarily prescribe drugs if he thinks it's not needed. In such a case he may refer you to a counselor. 

If you are in a doubt whether you need drugs for a particular problem or not, just meet a psychologist or a counselor. They will assess your problem and refer you to a psychiatrist if needed.

 Truths

1. It is true that a psychologist is a person with a valid degree
2. A psychologist understands you.
3. A psychologist may conduct tests and it is also true that you can ask them what test they are using if you are unsure.
4. Taking drugs is your choice and no once can force you. A psychologist/ psychiatrist will help you make that decision.

Myths:

1. You are mental/mad if you visit a psychologist. In fact those who say that don't know the meaning of mental or a psychologist. (I have also been to a counselor, am not crazy.. You know)
2. A psychologist can read your mind. No, they cant. They understand you from what you say and talk and help you. They are not super natural beings who can see your brains. (If they can do so, they would be the richest people on earth :p) 
3. They will share your information outside. No. they cant. They are bound by ethical code to be confidential.
4. They can read your palm. (no they cannot)

Sorry for not attaching links to support my views. In any case of doubt, you can always google and check. 

Feel free to write here in my comment box to agree or disagree with me.

 

Couples around

Couples around

With hope and faith they surround

Some with patience

Some with vengeance

Expressions many

The name they keep searching for

Happily ever after is the note prescribed

For which a cure is undefined

Bonds aren’t like the sweet syrup you take

Taking in too much could leave you hyper glycemic

Making you restless and craving for more

Throwing you down and making you greedy

Sprinkle in some salt and do it spicy

Savour the curry and eat all your dessert

Fight now and then and add in some flirt 

A lesson to let the person BE!

"I believe some one

To the extent that I am compulsive

Which makes the wound only get deeper,

So the compulsion may turn into fear.

Sometimes you make me feel better

Like the spell of an evil vampire

Is there a way I can undo the scar?

Maybe by an amnesic charm

Erasing all the past

And the mountain of underlying aghast"

These were the words written by Aicha in her diary on that eve of valentine ’s day, 2010, when she was left heart broken by Rohit. She had loved Rohit ever since she was in her high school, secretly dropping in notes, leaving him chocolates, staring at him like a thief so she won’t get caught. Rohit always knew something was on, but he never dared to bring this up. Those were the days of high school, full of fun, full of excitement. Aicha was so scared to take it to him that she never did, until she graduated. Wow, that was after 8 long years. That night at their college party, she gathered all her courage and expressed her love to Rohit.

What happened in days to come was nothing but a dream come true for Aicha. Rohit expressed his love back for her on the very same day and they dated for the next 2 years. Initially Aicha felt as though she was living in a fantasy and couldn't believe that Rohit was in fact her boy friend. Her affection was intolerably high for Rohit and he did feel the same for her. Life was just so beautiful, until Rohit was offered a job in a top notch company with a huge pay, which meant lesser time for meetings and coffees and lesser time for chat. Aicha was having a tough time coping with the fact that Rohit was not spending enough time with her and her feeling of affection and admiration were being replaced by insecurity and fear. She could not do what every person needs to do in a relationship- mature and adjust. Days went by, leaving her sore and hurt, despite the fact that Rohit loved her truly and was doing everything to keep the relationship alive. He had also arranged for sessions with a counselor but Aicha was so hurt by this gesture that she told Rohit she was not mentally ill to visit a shrink and suggested he needed one.

That valentine’s day Rohit had taken the hard decision of keeping away from Aicha until she understands the true meaning of a relation, which left her almost lifeless. Relationship is like a beautiful garland of flowers, the delicate the better, the harder you tug, the scattered it becomes. 

Only months later of being away and being alone, Aicha started to realize the things that led to the break up. They seemed like most silly ones. Wanting to be more in charge of her life, she chose to apply for jobs and also chose to pursue her unfulfilled passion of dancing. She attended therapy sessions not because she was ill, but to a leader of her own life. 

Rohit and Aicha have drifted apart in their own ways but Aicha learnt a lesson about relationships, a lesson never to forget, a lesson to let the person be, and a lesson to be the person she is. She was ready for a new beginning, only to rise in relationship and not to fall again. These were the words she wrote in her diary on the eve of Valentine’s Day, 2011

"I fell on the floor

With my feelings tore

Pain taught me to move

With a reason never to forget

I see myself with love

And a past never to regret"

Romance, not really!

Been to a number of weddings lately

Childhood friends, buddies and cousins

Each with a story so unique

Surprises, vows and knots

It feels right if it has to

Else consequences we may have to face to

Either way it has to be crawled to

Romance is of course over rated

We girls are forever in it gated

It forms the canvas, it forms the plot

It forms the design in our beautiful heads

Is it arts which taught us so

Is it the movies which portray so

Or is it the societal web which always demands more

The answer is never arriving

Like the chicken and the egg riddle so confusing

It is a fantasy far real

blindly accepted as ideal

Craving for every bit of it

No one knows the why and how

Anthropologists are forever in plough

Who wants to argue the right or wrong

I wonder if men also hum the same song

Hate philosophy

Going in a fabia, over a flyover, looking out, I saw the reflection of my red car in a glass paneled building. That was when I was in the deepest level of thoughts. Very disoriented and spaced out from reality, I was wondering for no real reason what is hatred.

I realize that a car and a stranger to steer is the perfect formula for my philosophical inner self to break dance.

Coming back to hatred, I started to think of things I hate, which I wouldn't wanna mention of obvious reasons (No, you are not in the list). 

But every single thing kept me spiraling down to its basis. It was either fixation, negativity or horn effect(assuming a second situation will be bad because the first one was) and so forth.

Expectations also seem to turn to hatred when they are unfulfilled (wanting to kill the person you like because he/she didn't respond). Reminds of incidents seen in news?

 Hating someone because he/she reminds of someone you hate and assuming this person will carry the same characteristic. Wow how illogical can we get. When we actually sit and think of things we hate, the reality presents itself in a funny way that most of these are senseless, baseless and really not worth that treatment.

If most of us are striving for a peaceful and happy life which I assume most of us want, unless you are some creep who yearns for a sad life, then it is important to stop our crazy mind right where it begins to bottle up. The cure for hatred could be early diagnosis and right treatment. You should start to stitch in the right time, just to save nine or may be nine hundred later.

Addiction without a substance.

Twelve in the night

I reach for my phone

Searching subconsciously for a message

Hoping for a missed call

 Tossing on the bed

Sleepy and sleepless

Feeling like a wildly spirited soul

Creeping through my veins

Messing with my brain

High but not to let go

Always seeking for a fair amount of share

An obsession needing to be there

I call it an addiction without a substance

Constantly requiring doses for my existence 

I am tossing on my bed

So sleepy, yet sleepless

I feel like a wildly spirited soul 

You already creep in my veins but I want a lot more

I am high, but never to let go

Intolerable, still Iseek for a fair amount of share

You are an obsession always needing to be there