I have a very low tolerance for these kinds. Sometimes my attitude actually helps the person.
Case in point:
I've been a trucker most of my life. However between this last stroke and the Diabetes that was determined to have been caused by exposure to Agent Orange in Nam, I have lost the privilege to continue my career. So now at the ripe old age of 59 (be 60 in August) I'm not only out of a job, but have no real training to do anything else that today's economy and business criteria will except. Every office type job that I know I can do requires a BA degree. So I am trying to get by on Social Security Disability, which is less than half each month what I used to make every week! Am I depressed? You bet you *** I am!
Anyhow, I'm at the VA going through my therapy to get the use of my hands and arm back when this guy walks in, without an appointment and tells them that he can not continue the treatments because he's too depressed over things that happened back in Nam.
I listened to him go on about wanting to just sit and wait to die for as long as I could and finally I exploded! I told my Therapist that I was leaving before I got up and beat the guy into the floor. I said it loud enough that everyone in the room heard me. The shrink that had been called to talk to the guy heard me and commented that I was being disrespectful and I told him to shove it up his *** too. I had seen plenty in my time over there and I'd learned to move on, not wallow in it and expect everyone else to have pity on me. I also informed him that if anyone had the right to feel sorry for themselves it was me who had just had my entire livelihood ripped away because of something I had no control over.
Anyhow I left before anything else happened and the next week when I went to my appointment my therapist told me that after what I'd said, the guy who was refusing his treatment because he was so deeply depressed had a complete change of attitude and had been doing exactly what the Doctors told him for the first time in years. He was actually recovering.
Seems he was so embarrassed that some Army grunt would have the balls to put down a Marine that he finally got his **** together and straightened up.
Of course I now have the reputation at the VA as a bad *** and every Doc I meet with walks on egg shells not to piss me off...
Heck, I'm still mostly a cripple who can't walk and only has partial use of his hands and very limited use of his legs! It's not like the days of only two years ago when I'd just as soon bust *** as put up with any crap from anyone.