Not sure this is the right place to put it. And sorry it rambles on. I picked here because the origins must lie with the parenting that I sometimes think was a bit iffy, and sometimes think was wholly my fault ( if only Id been better at being a child...), and often think is all manufactured in my head as an excuse.
I have two things going on simultaneously, and I'm sure they are linked more deeply than the obvious.
1. Most of the Mental Health services are not willing to be in contact with me. I can see their point, but surely if they think I am a danger then they should be monitoring me. This is becoming a more pressing issue as my sessions with the therapist are coming to an end, so I will have no-one. Oddly she says she likes me and thinks I have worked hard ( much the same as my last T said ). The rest of them are not willing even to be in the same room as me. My Care Co-ordinator was assigned to me last May and has not been in contact to inform me of that. I only know because others have told me of him. My Social Worker has been " going to make an appointment with me" since last August.
In December, T said she wanted to arrange a meeting of her, these two and my husband. She came back to me and said they were willing to see her, but not me initially. They met, but we still haven't.
I've been thinking that this must indicate that in fact there is nothing wrong me, beyond a selfish desire for attention, that I am clearly so foul and repellent that they can't tolerate the idea of me, that I am bad rather than mad and that they justifiably think I am deserving of punishment. That seems to fit with my life experience, much better than the idea that there is actually something wrong. It seems so much more likely to be true than the misguided ideas of a couple of therapists who are paid to be professionally nice.
2. Shame, lots of stuff, but maybe last night will serve as an example. I was watching "24 Hours in A&E" and realised that I felt immense shame on behalf of the three featured patients. Two were elderly men, one with a heart condition that made him collapse repeatedly and was treated with a pacemaker, one with a chest infection that required a week -long admission, plus a woman who had dislocated her shoulder and was in extreme pain. It felt so shameful that they were .... what - taking up time? having needs? expressing pain? I'm not sure what is was that felt so deeply, morally wrong.
I'm sorry, I'm probably asking you to be nice to me, and that isn't justified. I've battled over whether to post this at all, and I will, if only for my records. Sorry
I have two things going on simultaneously, and I'm sure they are linked more deeply than the obvious.
1. Most of the Mental Health services are not willing to be in contact with me. I can see their point, but surely if they think I am a danger then they should be monitoring me. This is becoming a more pressing issue as my sessions with the therapist are coming to an end, so I will have no-one. Oddly she says she likes me and thinks I have worked hard ( much the same as my last T said ). The rest of them are not willing even to be in the same room as me. My Care Co-ordinator was assigned to me last May and has not been in contact to inform me of that. I only know because others have told me of him. My Social Worker has been " going to make an appointment with me" since last August.
In December, T said she wanted to arrange a meeting of her, these two and my husband. She came back to me and said they were willing to see her, but not me initially. They met, but we still haven't.
I've been thinking that this must indicate that in fact there is nothing wrong me, beyond a selfish desire for attention, that I am clearly so foul and repellent that they can't tolerate the idea of me, that I am bad rather than mad and that they justifiably think I am deserving of punishment. That seems to fit with my life experience, much better than the idea that there is actually something wrong. It seems so much more likely to be true than the misguided ideas of a couple of therapists who are paid to be professionally nice.
2. Shame, lots of stuff, but maybe last night will serve as an example. I was watching "24 Hours in A&E" and realised that I felt immense shame on behalf of the three featured patients. Two were elderly men, one with a heart condition that made him collapse repeatedly and was treated with a pacemaker, one with a chest infection that required a week -long admission, plus a woman who had dislocated her shoulder and was in extreme pain. It felt so shameful that they were .... what - taking up time? having needs? expressing pain? I'm not sure what is was that felt so deeply, morally wrong.
I'm sorry, I'm probably asking you to be nice to me, and that isn't justified. I've battled over whether to post this at all, and I will, if only for my records. Sorry