DharmaGirl
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I have been seeing my therapist (T) for over 2 years now. It was very hard to learn trust and I quit about 15 times. I always went back right away, but in my head I quit. I finally got to the point where I could relax, and trust and I had to get a new insurance that my T doesn't take. I was paying 1,000 a month for my insurance, and now I have Medicaid. That is truly a blessing since I have some medical issues.
Along with Social Security Disability Insurance (SSDI) I have private long term disability insurance (LTD) through my last job. I should be able to have it until July, or even up until December. My caseworker, who is aggressive to me and my doctors, called to tell me I would be cut off, I didn't understand him and what he was saying because I was sleeping when he called. I just thought I would be cut off.
To make a long story shorter, I was going to pay my T cash, since I didn't have that huge payment every month, then an additional 230 dollars in meds. Since I got the LTD cut off, I didn't have money to pay my T. I was bereft. There was no consoling me. I didn't even recognize myself. I cried for 3 days. I know being cut off from my T was a trigger, but it lasted longer than I wanted it to.
I don't remember much. I remember crying while talking to people on the phone, like my eye doctor's office, and the endocrinologist's office. I remember my T telling me he would work with me even if he had to do it pro bono. It didn't help, I was already triggered. No one understood that it was whatever the losing the therapist triggered. Not being upset with losing the therapist. All I could picture was being in a white room.
I missed last week's appointment because of the snow and ice. Their office was closed. I have an appointment for friday but I have no interest in going. I don't have any feelings for my therapist. I don't feel like I need therapy for awhile, I just want to go on with my life. I have the money to pay him since my case manager was wrong, but I can't really work up enough will to go.
Is this a simple case of denial? Is it because the worst thing I could imagine in therapy happened, and I still lived, even though I didn't think I'd make it through the grieving alive? Or is it because I'm simply no longer attached to him. Any thoughts?
Along with Social Security Disability Insurance (SSDI) I have private long term disability insurance (LTD) through my last job. I should be able to have it until July, or even up until December. My caseworker, who is aggressive to me and my doctors, called to tell me I would be cut off, I didn't understand him and what he was saying because I was sleeping when he called. I just thought I would be cut off.
To make a long story shorter, I was going to pay my T cash, since I didn't have that huge payment every month, then an additional 230 dollars in meds. Since I got the LTD cut off, I didn't have money to pay my T. I was bereft. There was no consoling me. I didn't even recognize myself. I cried for 3 days. I know being cut off from my T was a trigger, but it lasted longer than I wanted it to.
I don't remember much. I remember crying while talking to people on the phone, like my eye doctor's office, and the endocrinologist's office. I remember my T telling me he would work with me even if he had to do it pro bono. It didn't help, I was already triggered. No one understood that it was whatever the losing the therapist triggered. Not being upset with losing the therapist. All I could picture was being in a white room.
I missed last week's appointment because of the snow and ice. Their office was closed. I have an appointment for friday but I have no interest in going. I don't have any feelings for my therapist. I don't feel like I need therapy for awhile, I just want to go on with my life. I have the money to pay him since my case manager was wrong, but I can't really work up enough will to go.
Is this a simple case of denial? Is it because the worst thing I could imagine in therapy happened, and I still lived, even though I didn't think I'd make it through the grieving alive? Or is it because I'm simply no longer attached to him. Any thoughts?