Well....about 6 weeks ago I finally decided my anxiety, stress and depression needed addressing. I've been suffering from depression for well over a decade without professional help so better late than never I suppose. Had several nightmares in a week, and I knew something was wrong, not to mention panic attacks. My doctor was very helpful and took me seriously and had me referred to a talking therapy that is done mostly on the phone- it specialises in people dealing with depression and anxiety. He knows I would like to avoid medication if I can and felt that therapy would be more appropriate.
I had to wait for a certain number of days after seeing him to call them and arrange a time for them to call me and start going over what I need. So I did that. Each time I called them, though, the phone just kept ringing. 3 times I called. The 4th time, someone picked up, coughed into the phone and then hung up!
It officially took 5 calls to get to speak to someone.
The following week, I get a call from "K". K tells me she's a trainee and that she'll be working with me. We go through the tests I have to do (and already did with my doctor). Although my scores were lower than they were at the doctor's I still scored enough to be clinically depressed/anxious. I told her that the worst of my anxiety had recently died down due to confronting some anxious situations and I strongly feel that my depression, while linked, is a bigger issue.
We arrange a therapy session (on the phone) for Friday (last week). 2 days after talking to K, I recieve literature from the service in the post- all of it regarding anxiety. I filled out the questionnaire, and while it was interesting to see some of my meek behaviour is actually a sympton of mild anxiety, I felt this stuff was for people with extreme anxiety- not me- and my depression wasn't being addressed at all.
Between the call and Friday last week, I had a mini break down I won't get into. My fiance became more concerned. He said how my doctor believes I suffer from a form of depression similar to manic depression but he (my fiance) has seen this behaviour before, has seen it in me for YEARS and fears I may actually be a manic depressive and I need to bring it up with the therapist as soon as I speak to her, because I really need help in learning to cope with it. I agree.
On the morning of Friday last week, I wake up quite excited about getting stuck into therapy only...there's a voice mail saying my session has been cancelled because my therapist is off sick. Due to conflicting dates and rota schedules, the earliers my next (or rather, my FIRST) session could be rebooked for is Monday next week. I was not happy. I was starting to get a bit concerned, and expressed this to my fiance- I'm concerned that my therapist is not trained to deal with someone like me and is not taking my depression into account.
Today i realise my rota for next week has changed and I needed to call the service again to rearrange. This was actually easy enough...after 5 call attempts. Yes, 5 is the magic number!
Each time I called them, it kept ringing and ringing. Now my first session will be on the Tuesday....7 weeks after I went to see my doctor.
I'm getting rather concerned now. Not only my previously mentioned concerns, but this process is taking a LOT longer than I expected to even get going. I knew full well I wouldn't change overnight, but I expected that by now I would have had SOME sessions, not NONE. As my best friend said the other night "Its a good thing you're not suicidal, you could be dead in 7 weeks!"
I agree!
My fiance says I should just quit it now and go back to the doctor. I want to go through with it for a couple of months to see if ANYTHING changes; that way I can go back to the Doc and say honestly "Well...I tried!"
I had to wait for a certain number of days after seeing him to call them and arrange a time for them to call me and start going over what I need. So I did that. Each time I called them, though, the phone just kept ringing. 3 times I called. The 4th time, someone picked up, coughed into the phone and then hung up!
It officially took 5 calls to get to speak to someone.The following week, I get a call from "K". K tells me she's a trainee and that she'll be working with me. We go through the tests I have to do (and already did with my doctor). Although my scores were lower than they were at the doctor's I still scored enough to be clinically depressed/anxious. I told her that the worst of my anxiety had recently died down due to confronting some anxious situations and I strongly feel that my depression, while linked, is a bigger issue.
We arrange a therapy session (on the phone) for Friday (last week). 2 days after talking to K, I recieve literature from the service in the post- all of it regarding anxiety. I filled out the questionnaire, and while it was interesting to see some of my meek behaviour is actually a sympton of mild anxiety, I felt this stuff was for people with extreme anxiety- not me- and my depression wasn't being addressed at all.
Between the call and Friday last week, I had a mini break down I won't get into. My fiance became more concerned. He said how my doctor believes I suffer from a form of depression similar to manic depression but he (my fiance) has seen this behaviour before, has seen it in me for YEARS and fears I may actually be a manic depressive and I need to bring it up with the therapist as soon as I speak to her, because I really need help in learning to cope with it. I agree.
On the morning of Friday last week, I wake up quite excited about getting stuck into therapy only...there's a voice mail saying my session has been cancelled because my therapist is off sick. Due to conflicting dates and rota schedules, the earliers my next (or rather, my FIRST) session could be rebooked for is Monday next week. I was not happy. I was starting to get a bit concerned, and expressed this to my fiance- I'm concerned that my therapist is not trained to deal with someone like me and is not taking my depression into account.
Today i realise my rota for next week has changed and I needed to call the service again to rearrange. This was actually easy enough...after 5 call attempts. Yes, 5 is the magic number!
Each time I called them, it kept ringing and ringing. Now my first session will be on the Tuesday....7 weeks after I went to see my doctor.I'm getting rather concerned now. Not only my previously mentioned concerns, but this process is taking a LOT longer than I expected to even get going. I knew full well I wouldn't change overnight, but I expected that by now I would have had SOME sessions, not NONE. As my best friend said the other night "Its a good thing you're not suicidal, you could be dead in 7 weeks!"
I agree!My fiance says I should just quit it now and go back to the doctor. I want to go through with it for a couple of months to see if ANYTHING changes; that way I can go back to the Doc and say honestly "Well...I tried!"




). It has meant my coping mechanisms are all over the place as SH is a (ill-advised) coping mechanism in its own right. As I told my trainee-therapist when I spoke to her a few weeks back, my goal is to just learn how to cope with it. I pretty much accept that I'm probably going to be living with this for life now, and I need to know how to handle it- and that is why I don't want pills. We know full well that my main problem is that I bottle up everything that upsets me, and then it explodes. I could be panicking about something at work, and at the same time, being pissed off by customers/colleagues/family, then my fiance and I may have a tiff, and then suddenly, as far as my irrational mind is concerned, it is the end of the world and everything is on fire. This is why its tied in so much to the anxiety- while they are 2 different problems, they are very much linked. 
(little bit of a dig at myself there, I am a goth, and I know the stereotype XD). I would call my fiance and say "hey hon, I feel really down, talk to me, distract me" and it would be fine. We actually had some lovely conversations. I spent hours on Cracked.com, I watched movies, I did some art. I was very glum but I didn't have Marvin moments ("whats the point?") and by the weekend it was fading away.
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