Posted by Aphrodite on September 21, 2004, at 10:19:19
In a word -- yuck.
I thought it would be so great. She has a doctorate and a medical degree, so she *must* be smart. Ha. My appt. was for 45 minutes, but she was shoving me out the door in 20. She hardly asked me anything, so I started volunteering things I thought may be useful. That seemed to annoy her. Basically, I just have a "little" low-lying depression. No big deal. Nothing a little Effexor won't fix. I asked her if she would want to talk to my T, and she looked puzzled. She said she knew him, and I could tell him she said Hi. "Don't worry about the suicidal side effects," she informed me. "That happens to people who were already leaning that way, and you're clearly not." Ahem. She didn't ask, and I certainly do struggle a lot with suicidal ideation. I guess my facade must fool a lot of people. I really did try to be forthcoming -- she just didn't care.
I cried on the phone with my T last night for over an hour. "No one can help me, no one likes me, no one wants to help me, there's no hope, you're leaving me to go on vacation, whine, whine, whine." He gave me lots and lots of sympathy.
This can't go on forever, right? I'm going to get a break one of these days, right?
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