You don’t go to a concert just to buy the band’s latest album.
You don’t buy things at a grocery store just so you can get another receipt to stuff into your wallet.
You don’t visit a prostitute just to hold hands.
You don’t go on a fancy European holiday just to sit in a hotel room.
You don’t fork out money just to skip most of what it is you’re paying for.
I do though.
I have a psychiatrist.
I try to get the most out of our sessions but in reality, I am paying over $200 for less than an hour to chat and get prescriptions. I could get the same prescriptions from my GP for a fraction of the cost. I am paying for Disneyland and I am getting a gift shop. It’s not just my psychiatrist. Many of the psychiatrists I have seen are less concerned about therapy and more about medication. Maybe I am expecting too much out of psychiatry.
I choose to pay for these sessions. I choose to see my psychiatrist. I choose to close my eyes as I walk around Disneyland. I choose the gift shop and the expensive prescription pad because they’re familiar and because I don’t want to go on any of the rides alone.