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. Which 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. Expen­sive, but not as dif­fi­cult as hav­ing Sam take time off from work. But 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?