A couple years ago, when I was on state medicaid, I went to see a psychiatrist. Over the course of the hour I explained to him how life-changing my ADHD diagnosis had been, and how much the medication helped.
He said that I had no need for medication because I’m an adult with a college degree. “Next patient.” It was one of the must frustrating experiences of my life. I had been without my prescription for over a year at that point.
~One Week Later~
My loving, working-class parents bleed out exactly $500.00 cash for me to see a private psychiatrist. I told him I had been diagnosed in the past. He listened and gave me a standard assessment. “You do indeed appear to have ADHD. Here is your prescription.”
A couple years ago, when I was on state medicaid, I went to see a psychiatrist. Over the course of the hour I explained to him how life-changing my ADHD diagnosis had been, and how much the medication helped.
He said that I had no need for medication because I’m an adult with a college degree. “Next patient.” It was one of the must frustrating experiences of my life. I had been without my prescription for over a year at that point.
~ One Week Later ~
My loving, working-class parents bleed out exactly $500.00 cash for me to see a private psychiatrist. I told him I had been diagnosed in the past. He listened and gave me a standard assessment. “You do indeed appear to have ADHD. Here is your prescription.”
The daily injustices of class society.