Some food for thought…
I just got an automated call this morning for my upcoming Wellness Exam; a free service the government does for older people. You get those Wellness exams once a year.
I got blasted with all kinds of questions about my physical and mental health. They give you four choices to reply with, in their automated questions. I wrote them down so I could answer as they expected:
Not at all
Several days
More than half the days
Nearly everyday
I think I’ve started some kind of (unwanted) ball rolling with my “nearly everyday” honest answer. For example:
Do you feel depressed?
My answer: Nearly everyday.
Sub question: What do you feel depressed about?
My answer: World affairs.
Anybody who isn’t depressed about the status quo of the world isn’t all there, if you ask me, but... .
That must have been the magic trigger because I got transferred to three different groups after that: a suicide prevention hotline, then psychiatric counseling, then someone calling herself a “patient coordinator.” At the end of those conversations, I was told to hold the line as I got transferred to an automated menu asking me to choose an option of where I’d like to go to get counseling. 😮 After that menu repeated itself like 10 times, I just hung up. Don't ya love incompetence.
Anyway, I think I’ve opened up myself to all kinds of misunderstood attention. I’m not crazy. I’m not suicidal (yet). I’m very lucid (still). With all their attention, I practically expected an ambulance to show up at my door any minute. Damn.
I should have just said “Not at all” to their like 100 questions and be done with it. (Note to self: Do that next year.)
Moral of the Story: Honesty can really get one in unwanted trouble, it seems.
More circumstantial evidence that it must be me, not them (see above image).
(by PrimalSoup) 🤷♀️