You seem to have locked up all your options with a rather grim view of things. The first thing I would say to you is that you don't have to worry. Nobody is going to make you seek help of any kind. You don't have to go. What ever is causing you to resist the notion of help is acting like it's being forced to do something, but it isn't. So look carefully. You don't have to go see a psychologist. Got that? Relaxed now?
Going is purely optional. OK
Now, psychologists are people and there is nothing special about them. They, especially, are not superior to you. They may have some special training, but they might also be assholes. So let's forget the notion, also that they are better than anybody. That means that they aren't going to get you on a couch somewhere and explain in great detail just how much better they are than you, how much more they know than you, how superior they are to you. Of course if they are crapola psychologists they might do just that, but that will just tell you that they are sicker than you are.

My point is, is that the practice of psychology isn't about the psychologist being superior and making you feel inferior.
And of course they haven't experienced what you have. They don't know you from Adam. And you don't have to tell them. Don't forget you don't even have to go. Say that a few times. I don't have to go. I don't have to go. See.
Yup, their degree doesn't tell them anything about what you have been through. You are a unique person with a unique story. The only one of your kind in the universe. You are very special. And they will never know if what you told them is the truth or a lie. They can't read minds.
So now we know that everything you said is correct, 100% correct. Now the question is, why the F there are any psychologists in the first place and what's it all about if they are just ordinary average jokers.
Well we could pretend for a minute that in the millions of man years of living that's been going on on the planet people have learned a few things. The subject of psychology may have gathered up some few crumbs of wisdom that, if applied, might make life a little easier. Not a guarantee, mind you, just a possibility. But you still don't have to go.
Now I'm just guessing, because even more than the psychologists, I don't know anything. I didn't ever read any psychology books, so mind you I'm guessing, but I would say that you don't always have to talk to a person of superior knowledge to feel better about stuff. I think you could maybe talk to a lamp post and get some benefit. Just unloading stuff to a donkey might help some things. And if by chance the psychologist is a half assed decent sort and studied hard, he or she might have one or two insights to add to the mix.
Take me for example. I talk to myself in the mirror a lot. I don't say much back, I do all the talking, but I can see by the look in my eyes that I know a lot more than I used to. I'm stupid, but not as stupid as I used to be. You might stumble, by accident on somebody like me who isn't as stupid as they used to be. And since I spent all that time in the mirror, I've gotten to know myself pretty good. That's how come I know I'm stupid. And you know what. I see a few people as stupid as me. They remind me of myself. If you got a psychologist like that only who knew how smart he was, he might be able to see how smart you are. He might know a lot about you just from knowing himself. And being smart and all he might kind of like himself which means he's gonna like you and even maybe want to help you. It could happen, but you don't have to go.
Yup, there's a lot of misunderstanding about psychologists. I went to see one once. I didn't have to. I had already gotten over thinking about killing myself. I read a book on Zen. I figure Zen is just the Japanese word for psychologist, but I didn't know that at the time. So I got my treatment without knowing what was happening. Talk about dumb. But there's no getting around some things. The book pissed me off something terrible. It kept telling me there was nothing wrong with me. Talk about your stupid psychologists. And talk about your stupid patient. I bought in to it. I got completely sucker punched. But I didn't know Zen was psychology. I was too dumb.
But you could get lucky. You could get some joker that won't take you seriously. You'll lay out to him or her all the misery and pain of your life, all the terrible repressed agony, you can tell them all your secrets and maybe just maybe if you get a stupid one like I did, they won't hold it against you. They may say, you know, that's very interesting. Tell me more. And you will. And pretty soon it could happen to you what happened to me. You start to wonder. What's with this asshole. When is he going to tell me what a piece of sh!t I am. But no. This joker is even more stupid than you. He doesn't mind you being the way you are. You're OK by him. Well let me tell you, that's going to really piss you off, but hold on. You'll get used to it. It might take some time, but stupidity rubs off. One day you might look in the mirror and smile. You know what? Maybe I'm not so bad after all. Maybe I just thought I was garbage. Maybe the psychologist is on to something. But you don't have to go. I already told you everything for free. Naturally I got told too, but I was too smart to see it. I had to get a lot dumber to see. I got dumber by spending money on therapy. It wound up costing me more than money though. It cost me every thing I ever believed. Everything I knew about myself was wrong, thank God.
