Here's what happened.

I was very manic and causing problems at home, work and even church
So my wife and daughter and I went on vacation. I rode the harley because I had the need for speed . I came across a park in a bigger city that had a lot of homeless people hanging around. I started interacting with them and
handing out 20 dollar bills to anyone that would listen to the gospel.

I met a couple who I took to immediately. The man was an ex Hells Angel, and it was very obvious. I decided I was going to get them off of the street. Of course, as my mania progressed, so I thought, did my bank account, and I spent way more money that I ever should have. I ended up bringing the couple back to my small town and setting them up with a place for a month and buying them a used car. They were to get jobs and start paying the bills pronto. Of course they never did, after the rent ran out they wanted me to just keep paying it. When I wouldn't they asked if I would fill up their tank so they could get back to where I found them.

For several weeks I bought all kinds of things that I didn't need, it was crazy. At some point I went to get a tattoo and the tatto artist and his wife were moving and needed some money so I ended up giving them a large some of money. Oh well, I guess I'll be getting all those tattoos I've been wanting.

Somewhere in there I promised my wife I'd go to my psychiatrist and if he thought I needed to check myself in then I would. Well, he thought I needed to be in, so I voluntarily went in. But the problem was that I had put the couple up in a hotel until Friday and I felt it was of the utmost importance that I go get them and bring them back so that they would not have to spend another night on the street. That was obviously not so important because look what they did, rather than work, they choose to go back to the street. So after 2 nights I caused a bigstink at the hospital and to everyones dismay I checked myself out. This is when I went and picked up my ned friends and put them in an apartment.

But when I finally started coming to my senses and seeing all of the poor choices I was making. My wife and I went to my psychiatrist appointment and neither my wife nor the doc would really talk to me. They were busy deciding my fate. But if the psychiatrist would have given me a few minutes he would have known that I was out of the mania enough to be trusted again...he just wouldn't let me talk. So I said, "Hey I am the patient here, can I not talk?" And the doctor said, and I quote, "You are irrelevant". I looked at him like he was crazy and said "OK, then I'll just leave" and he never even tried to stop me. So I went and sat outside in the waiting room and waited for my wife. When they were through they both came out and again, he never tried to explain what he said, to lessen the effect. He simply said he'd see me in a week. I looked at him again like he was crazy and told him I'd never be back. A week or two later his secretary called to see if I was going to book an appointment and I said no.

So, when I went back to my family doctor I told him the story and he really thought I should give him another chance. He said my psychiatrist had called him and they talked about my recovery and treatment and he knew the guy, and thought it would be good if I just buried the hatchet and gave him another chance. My wife actually did not want to give him another chance, but I said I would since I really like my family doctor and trust his judgment.

So I called the psychiatrist office to make the appointment, when I told her my name she put me on hold. When she came back she said I was banned from the practice. Oh well, I guess they thought I was behaving like a child when I was deep in a mood, but if I was looking at him at that moment I would have been looking at him as if he were crazy. Is it normal for a psychiatrist to give up on someone that easy?