After I lost my dad, that's what the therapist I tried to see said: "Deal with it." At that point, I realized I was wasting my money. It took many more years, almost losing everything, and sheer fucking willpower to undo what the psychiatrists did with their meds. "Take your meds like a mindless cow," is psychiatry's attitude because they're making incredible profits off your sickness. And they get the patients to evangelize (see the top parent comment in this thread) and spread their nonsense while people are getting sick, dying, or at least wasting a whole lot of money on drugs that don't help them.

Unempathetic doesn't even begin to describe the profession. Anti-Hippocratic oath might be the place to start if you're looking for a way to describe this field. Profit driven would be even better.