The first part of the day was fine. I saw my CPN, told him everything, felt a bit better for doing so and then he made me an appointment in the psych’s outpatient clinic for this afternoon.
Which I went along to, only to discover it wasn’t with my psych. The guy I saw patronised me, told me that I was just having a life crisis and I’d recover through it until the next crisis. To which I told him that I didn’t just want to lurch from crisis to crisis. He said anyone would feel down given what I had been through and the immediate stressors (back to uni, essay due etc) even without my background, which he also added was irrelevant. He’s increasing the dose of the venlafaxine to 300mg, although he doesn’t think I should be on any drugs as I am not suffering from any signs of clinical depression and the self-harm is just a cry for help and me not wanting to relinquish my past.
Needless to say I slammed the door, hard, on my way out and cried all the way home.
Ruth
January 3, 2008 at 9:45 pm
Crap.
That’s the psych, not you, just in case you were wondering.
Isn’t it great how sometimes they end up doing more harm than anything else?
Gentle hugs if they will help. Joint swearing at useless mental health workers if that is more to your taste.
January 3, 2008 at 9:46 pm
Oh, and I forgot to say – WELL DONE!
What you did today, in talking to people about how you are feeling, is so bloody difficult. Well done for managing to do it.
January 3, 2008 at 10:17 pm
Fuckers.
Hopefully you have someone better, someone in your corner next time. In the meanwhile you can always call on us internet weirdos.
January 3, 2008 at 10:41 pm
Excuse the language…
… what a mindless twat, sounds like the psych I have seen and been endlessly patronised by last year… do these people not enjoy there jobs or are they just out to hurt people even more…
January 4, 2008 at 5:43 pm
I seriously wonder what leads people to take up certain careers? That phsyc-ass has no business in the field.
Good grief… he was basicly telling you to get over yourself.
Send him my way. I am in the mood to bitch-slap idiots today.