No! Don’t Wanna!

My ther­a­pist, L, is no longer with the prac­tice I’ve been see­ing for the last cou­ple of years. It took a year to get to her—first, they assigned me to M, who was a total pain in the ass and did­n’t lis­ten. Not that I was inclined to talk to her, any­way. And she did­n’t return phone calls.

So I final­ly got beyond the “get­ting to know you” stage with L, and she under­stands our fam­i­ly and some his­to­ry and such, so she can put things in con­text. And I think they fired her! They weren’t even going to tell me she would­n’t be there for my appoint­ment this evening. I called to ask her some­thing and her num­ber had been dis­con­nect­ed, which prompt­ed me to talk to the office idiots.

I. Am. Not. HAPPY! It’s a major PITA to break in a new ther­a­pist. I mean, it is for any­body, but when you have a bunch of inter­lock­ing issues and heavy his­to­ry crap, then you add in chron­ic illness/disability, and just for fun mix in that whole bi/pagan/poly thing, believe me, it’s worse. And some ther­a­pists aren’t up to it. In fact, the one I saw a cou­ple of times before see­ing some­one at this prac­tice told me and Sam at the sec­ond ses­sion that she was in over her head and need­ed to refer me elsewhere.

Oh—the new per­son does­n’t do evening appoint­ments, either. This means that the only way I can be sure of get­ting there is to take a taxi, as I have not had good expe­ri­ences with using MARTA for any­thing time-sen­si­tive. It’s expen­sive, but not as dif­fi­cult as hav­ing Sam take time off from work. L coor­di­nat­ed my appoint­ments with Katie’s appoint­ments with anoth­er ther­a­pist in the same prac­tice, which was nice. Who knows if this one will be as helpful?


Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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6 thoughts on “No! Don’t Wanna!

  1. Because with ther­a­py, con­sis­ten­cy and com­mu­ni­ca­tion are def­i­nite­ly a triv­ial mat­ters. Bang up job they’re doing there! /sarcasm. :/

  2. Find­ing a good ther­a­pist is so dif­fi­cult. Find­ing one that actu­al­ly lis­tens is even hard­er. And the bi/pagan/poly thing real­ly com­pli­cates mat­ters because there are so few peo­ple that have any frame of ref­er­ence. They just don’t get it — and many are down­right rude when it comes to any men­tion of those issues. Good luck.

  3. **hugs** If I could, I’d fax a Dr. Edwards to you. A good ther­a­pist is so very won­der­ful, but so very hard to find.

  4. I’m so sor­ry *hug* What an awful thing to have hap­pen! It’s like los­ing a fam­i­ly mem­ber, except your coun­selor knows a heck of a lot more about you than any fam­i­ly mem­ber does. I hope the Uni­verse deliv­ers a coun­selor who is as under­stand­ing and easy to con­nect with.

  5. Con­sis­ten­cy rocks. New­ness can stink. Hope­ful­ly it’s a bless­ing in disguise.

    Not cur­rent­ly in ther­a­py — but won­der­ing if I need some­one to tell me I’m nutz.

  6. Weird — were your ears burn­ing? I just record­ed some­thing else for Live Readings.

    Remem­ber what Nora Ephron said: “Insane peo­ple are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane peo­ple who are will­ing to admit that they are crazy.”

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