I’d rather do anything than treat teenage girls,” a psychologist friend once told me. He said that teenage girls couldn’t be trusted, that they would pretend to be your friend and then stab you in the back, even if you were their shrink. There was something about the teenage girl that was just too much, seductive and repulsive all at once. They were beyond the understanding of medical science, even, as if their angst defied the laws of physics and chemistry. This doctor was prepared for cadavers and psychotic breaks, but not for the teenage girl.
Teenage girls are everything that we love to hate. They are vain and naive. They are the ultimate consumer, influenced by everything from social media to what their friends are wearing. They make YouTube channels of themselves talking to themselves. They place their fingers in the makeup samples and smear too much on their eyelids. But we can’t keep our eyes off of them.
Omg, what are these people afraid of? When they say being stabbed in the back? My mom works in mental health with a grown ass adult man who make her literally fear for her safety sometimes (most mentally ill people are not violent, but as with all things, there are exceptions) and these people are afraid of being ‘stabbed in the back?’ Like, what do they freaking think is going to happen. “My patient said mean things about me. Waaaah”? “My patient talked back to me! Waaaah!”
Whereas I’ve talked to many girls who when they were teens got terrible psychiatric care by people who didn’t think their complaints valid enough or thought they may be lying, and they internalized/learned that people won’t trust them. Just… waah?
Thoughtfulfangirling 