I finally got my case pushed through to meeting someone. After waiting 40 minutes in the foyer he finally came out to meet me. Thanks for the promptness. Just proves how important I am to these people.
With the last 20 minutes of my session remaining the guy asked me all the same boring shit he should have got in the fax of my assessment. Oh wait. They didn’t fucking send it to him.
So now here we are, more than halfway through and with no past history on the table. What a great start. I was so mad at this point that I could barely answer his questions. He’s also under the assumption that Paxil is a perfectly fine drug to get off of; “only a month or so of tapering down and you’re good to go.” Yeah. Right. Yeah FUCKING right.
Then he seemed surprised when I knew what the hell I was talking about when it came to shit like DBT and mindfullness. Do these people think that someone diagnosed with something won’t look into help for it AT ALL?!?
I’m so done. I cant believe I waited weeks and months for that. I’m just going to go slice up my arms now to relieve some of the tension, if not die right then and there.