I’ve already been and got home from the last assessment with that silly psychotherapy doctor even though it’s only 8.30am.
He apologised again and explained what happened yesterday. It was more annoying than just a double booking, the other girl had been booked in for 9.30am, I was at 9am, Dr.F had come down to the waiting room but not far enough to see into the room properly. He had seen her standing up but not seen me sitting opposite her…tell you what I’ll draw a floor plan to make it clearer.
Dr.F is the green dot standing on the little landing, I’m the red dot and even with the door open I was not in his line of sight because he didn’t come down far enough so he only saw the young lady and her mother who are the blue dots. Now if he had had the gumption to come and look in the room properly he would have seen me but instead he stood on that little landing and assumed I wasn’t there! He assumed I wasn’t there so he took the girl who was due in in half an hour instead.
I’m fuming about this, he didn’t even care enough to look properly and see whether I was in the room! And that girl who should have known she was far too early for her appointment just queue jumped without a thought as soon as she saw him 😡
Ah well that was the second assessment of me and whether I would manage to do psychotherapy, after talking with him for just over an hour he’s decided that I wouldn’t be able to open up enough for the method they use. I asked and it would be all free association with very little communication between the therapist and I :s I really don’t think I could manage that at the moment and he agrees. So what next? well he’s going to talk to a woman who does a more communicative form of therapy where you get more feedback and chat more about things…kind of a stepping stone between CBT and this intensive Freudian (antique to my mind) form of therapy. It has a longer waiting list apparently because she only sees one patient at a time so I will have to wait for longer than I would if I had been able to just accept this stupid form that he does.
I’m relieved that there is another option to be honest and that I don’t just have to accept this as my only option…he did not give me a good impression of this stupid method.
Back to waiting, back to wondering, back to hoping that the next person I speak to will be able to help me.