Daniel Mackler | Cat in a Psychiatrist's Office @dmackler58 | Uploaded February 2021 | Updated October 2024, 9 hours ago.
Haha! I couldn’t resist trying out what it was like to become a cat!
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Link to Dogmatil (antipsychotic drug): en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulpiride
And if you want to see the script for this, in case my accent is difficult to understand:
I just feel the need to share about my experience in the psychiatrist’s office. I mean, I guess it’s normal for me to have apprehension about going to yet another a dog for treatment, but this dog was particularly aggressive to me from the beginning. I mean, I felt so anxious with him staring at me with that hungry, sloppy, drooling look on his face that I couldn’t manage to even to meow, and what does he do: he diagnoses me with catatonia. I mean, that’s a stigmatizing diagnosis, especially when coming from a canine. And then when I asked if he could write me a prescription for catnip to help ease my nerves, he labeled me drug-seeking! Well, that made me so mad that I hissed at him, like this—hiss!—and I told him that I thought he was just another stinking mental health mutt, at which point he barks at me that I need to take a medication called Dogmatil, which I learned, when I looked it up afterward, is an antipsychotic. Well, let’s just put it this way, I wouldn’t even give that pill to a dirty rat! But instead of scratching out his eyes like he deserved, I held myself together and told him that I was afraid that this Dogmatil might take away one of my nine lives, to which he replied that I was catastrophizing, which I found to be both stigmatizing and stereotyping. So then I went back to saying nothing, at which point he labeled me as catty. So I called him dogmatic, turned around, lifted up my tail to let him know what I think of him and his kind, and I left. And I’m never going back.
Haha! I couldn’t resist trying out what it was like to become a cat!
My Website: wildtruth.net
My Patreon: patreon.com/danielmackler
If you wish to donate: wildtruth.net/donate
Link to Dogmatil (antipsychotic drug): en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulpiride
And if you want to see the script for this, in case my accent is difficult to understand:
I just feel the need to share about my experience in the psychiatrist’s office. I mean, I guess it’s normal for me to have apprehension about going to yet another a dog for treatment, but this dog was particularly aggressive to me from the beginning. I mean, I felt so anxious with him staring at me with that hungry, sloppy, drooling look on his face that I couldn’t manage to even to meow, and what does he do: he diagnoses me with catatonia. I mean, that’s a stigmatizing diagnosis, especially when coming from a canine. And then when I asked if he could write me a prescription for catnip to help ease my nerves, he labeled me drug-seeking! Well, that made me so mad that I hissed at him, like this—hiss!—and I told him that I thought he was just another stinking mental health mutt, at which point he barks at me that I need to take a medication called Dogmatil, which I learned, when I looked it up afterward, is an antipsychotic. Well, let’s just put it this way, I wouldn’t even give that pill to a dirty rat! But instead of scratching out his eyes like he deserved, I held myself together and told him that I was afraid that this Dogmatil might take away one of my nine lives, to which he replied that I was catastrophizing, which I found to be both stigmatizing and stereotyping. So then I went back to saying nothing, at which point he labeled me as catty. So I called him dogmatic, turned around, lifted up my tail to let him know what I think of him and his kind, and I left. And I’m never going back.
