Good Lord. Where do they find these people??!! Does this person have ANY credentials???
bunny
Well, the NHS seems to be churning them out by the bucketload. Finally said goodbye to Diane today. I said, whatever you do, don't say 'good luck', and she said, well, I was going to say that, actually. So I said, well you needn't bother. I used to pay Dr V £90 per hour and at the end of the session he would say good luck, and that really made me cross.
I told her that she has lied to me, and let me down. Even as recently as the last session when she said she would email with news of the next treatment. She didn't. I said if you fail to send an email after saying you will, that says as much as if you do. She said I thought I would tell you when I saw you. But that is not what she said she would do. Is this really so difficult to understand???

I told her that now she is fobbing me off onto someone else without any kind of planning or strategic rationale. She said what do you mean by planning? That one I didn't even bother to try to answer. If she doesn't know what that means, then it is not my place to tell her.
What I have in prospect, you may be intrigued to hear, is group therapy in a nearby town, comprising 8 other souls. Our common ground is; 'interpersonal problems'. Excuse me while I swear. Christ Almighty!!! I told her that is hardly specific, is it? You could put the whole of the population of the UK into that one.
Group therapy is not ideal for someone with social phobia. Who looks after other people. How do I even walk into the room? How do I intrude into the existing group dynamics? Who says this is right for me???

If for some reason I find that this is not appropriate for me (anyone want to put money on that one???) then I have to go back to see the psychiatrist at the local hospital (the one who told me 'not to bother' going to see him again 'unless I really wanted to', and tell him to sort something better for me. For which there is no funding, so that would need to be resourced. From God knows where.
This after being unwell in this God forsaken country since 1997, and unable to work for 5 years, with no money and no prospect of earning any. With a family who don't give a damn, and friends who have given up long ago waiting for me to get a life.
Please excuse me while I go into a steep downward spiral. Doctors really make me ill.
(If Cs feelings really were worse than mine, I would be very worried indeed. Fortunately, I know they are not.)