I’ve just had a phone call from my therapist’s office. The last time I saw her, I had been having incredibly intense flashbacks, so she said she wasn’t comfortable waiting any longer than two weeks to have me back in. Naturally, then, something came up and she had to cancel the session.
That’s quite understandable. Things *do* come up. Therapists have lives, afterall. What really gets up my nose is the organisation for which she works. They overload their therapists so much that any change in scheduling turns in to a disaster. The earliest available appointment was 22 April. Five weeks later than my last appointment.
Good thing I haven’t been suicidal lately… oh wait, I have.
There’s no question that, if I phoned the clinic feeling suicidal, someone would see me immediately. I just think having therapy sessions less than five weeks apart is not an unreasonable request.
Now everyone is in a mad panic. This is the third therapist we’ve worked with from this clinic. It’s subsidised, and for financial reasons, I can’t afford to see someone outside of that system. We were told the therapist had been to the doctor and was advised not to come in tomorrow. Everyone’s thoughts are scattered now. We’re hoping, for her and us, that she isn’t very sick. We’ve only seen her a few times, but the hard work of therapy has already started, and everyone likes her. Switching to another therapist would be catastrophic. Why bother starting the work when we’ll only be shuffled about from therapist to therapist as we’ve been so far? Bloody healthcare system. I wonder who it’s designed to help. It’s certainly not the patients.