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As I have written about ad nauseam, I stopped going to my psychiatrist about seven months ago.
At my last appt I found out that he had not been honest about my diagnosis. I had been under the impression that it was anxiety and depression at the very least, or PTSD because that's what I have, but no, he has me down as bipolar II. Not only did this infuriate me, it created a huge problem as well. I am supposed to report a bipolar dx to the driving authority, which obviously I hadn't.
That wouldn't have been such a big deal, except for about 6 weeks before this appt with him, my car had been hit by another driver, who took advantage of the fact that there were no witnesses, and tried to claim that I had hit him at a different location. At one point it looked like the case was going to court. I would have been totally screwed, because I had not reported the bipolar diagnosis, and my insurance could have been invalidated, meaning that I would likely be responsible for all costs involved if I lost. The other driver was trying to defraud the insurance company, and was padding his expenses to the tune of over $25,000.00.
As luck would have it, the idiot had forgotten that he had written down all of his contact information and the actual site of the accident on his company's stationary and given it to me when it happened, so the investigation has come through in my favour, and I won't need to go to court.
After I stopped freaking out, I made an executive decision and called the driving authority to report the bipolar DX, and then dropped the psychiatrist. I figured that even if my insurance premiums are higher, it's worth it just to be able to finally wash my hands of this whole expensive nuisance and not worry about invalidating my insurance coverage.
It seemed like the most reasonable, hassle free way forward to me. The only problem is, the psychiatrist is not cooperating with the driving authority by submitting information supporting his diagnosis. A couple of months ago they wrote to me suggesting that I contact him to see why. My exact thought was, forget it, the ball's in his court, I'm not getting involved.
Today I received a bill in error from his office.
Clearly he is trying to have me contact him, but only in the most aggravating ways possible. I'm assuming there's some medico/legal reason why he won't contact me directly, and explain what it is that he wants from me, but frankly I'm past caring, and would just like him to fill out the paperwork and leave me alone.
This is what I keep saying to myself.
I would just forget about the whole thing if I didn't have the faintest glimmer of hope that he wants to tell me that he will correctly diagnosis me (over the phone; I'm never setting foot in that office or any other psychiatrist's again), and save me higher insurance premiums, and the insult of having a false dx on my driving record.
Expanding on this fantasy, he would also apologise for not paying the slightest f*cking bit of attention to what I have been saying for the last four years, and support me in weaning off of Seroquel successfully(again by phone).
I will be the first to admit to being a daydreamer, and understand that that's all this is - a dream. I just need someone to give me a hard slap and tell me again why I need to stay away from this ridiculous situation, please.
At my last appt I found out that he had not been honest about my diagnosis. I had been under the impression that it was anxiety and depression at the very least, or PTSD because that's what I have, but no, he has me down as bipolar II. Not only did this infuriate me, it created a huge problem as well. I am supposed to report a bipolar dx to the driving authority, which obviously I hadn't.
That wouldn't have been such a big deal, except for about 6 weeks before this appt with him, my car had been hit by another driver, who took advantage of the fact that there were no witnesses, and tried to claim that I had hit him at a different location. At one point it looked like the case was going to court. I would have been totally screwed, because I had not reported the bipolar diagnosis, and my insurance could have been invalidated, meaning that I would likely be responsible for all costs involved if I lost. The other driver was trying to defraud the insurance company, and was padding his expenses to the tune of over $25,000.00.
As luck would have it, the idiot had forgotten that he had written down all of his contact information and the actual site of the accident on his company's stationary and given it to me when it happened, so the investigation has come through in my favour, and I won't need to go to court.
After I stopped freaking out, I made an executive decision and called the driving authority to report the bipolar DX, and then dropped the psychiatrist. I figured that even if my insurance premiums are higher, it's worth it just to be able to finally wash my hands of this whole expensive nuisance and not worry about invalidating my insurance coverage.
It seemed like the most reasonable, hassle free way forward to me. The only problem is, the psychiatrist is not cooperating with the driving authority by submitting information supporting his diagnosis. A couple of months ago they wrote to me suggesting that I contact him to see why. My exact thought was, forget it, the ball's in his court, I'm not getting involved.
Today I received a bill in error from his office.
Clearly he is trying to have me contact him, but only in the most aggravating ways possible. I'm assuming there's some medico/legal reason why he won't contact me directly, and explain what it is that he wants from me, but frankly I'm past caring, and would just like him to fill out the paperwork and leave me alone.
This is what I keep saying to myself.
I would just forget about the whole thing if I didn't have the faintest glimmer of hope that he wants to tell me that he will correctly diagnosis me (over the phone; I'm never setting foot in that office or any other psychiatrist's again), and save me higher insurance premiums, and the insult of having a false dx on my driving record.
Expanding on this fantasy, he would also apologise for not paying the slightest f*cking bit of attention to what I have been saying for the last four years, and support me in weaning off of Seroquel successfully(again by phone).
I will be the first to admit to being a daydreamer, and understand that that's all this is - a dream. I just need someone to give me a hard slap and tell me again why I need to stay away from this ridiculous situation, please.
