desiderata310
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So..This isn't exactly about therapy but it's not exactly NOT about therapy.
I had my psychiatrist appointment today. I don't mind admitting that I was a nervous wreck. I knew she was going to take a complete history and the thought of delving to everything again felt daunting. At one point while I was in the waiting room I almost bailed.
The Dr was nice enough. We sat down and I smiled and said, "so what do you want to know?"
She began asking me about my childhood and started furiously scribbling notes. I shrugged the whole thing off. She would ask questions to get a clearer picture every so often but I basically gave her the "cliff notes" version of Desi. We made it to my first husband and she stopped and looked at me and said, 'wait, that wasn't what caused your PTSD?'
"Oh I'm certain it was a contributing factor but we haven't gotten there yet"
It wasn't until that point that I realized that what she was writing of the Traumas which had contributed to my PTSD. She filled up her large note pad.
*sigh*
At the end of it all we talked about the falling out with my therapist and she seemed confused as to why he didn't want me to see a psychiatrist. I still don't know!
We talked about my feelings about psychiatrists and the like and I told her that she seemed like an awful nice person but I really didn't feel like starting over with someone new and dragging all my traumas out again for someone to look at. I just wanted help sleeping.
We talked about my depression. That yes, I know I have it and it's there and I still manage to drag my ass out of bed in the morning. I don't want to be medicated for it. Not right now at least.
We talked over what I had taken, what had worked and had not. What I hoped to gain. The frustration with not being able to wake out of nightmares when I took something for sleep. The frustration with my therapist and how he fit into my seeking medication in the first place.
In the end she prescribed a blood pressure medication. Not because I have high blood pressure (though she noted that it was elevated in the waiting room- yeah, I told her- I wasn't the LEAST bit anxious about having to come see her. AH! she said. I see.) And suggested chamomile tea. heh.. ok... So we are going to try this route instead of aggressive medications.
She said that it was often useful to help patients who had night terrors and nightmares.
So.. now I have a 'team' even if my therapist doesn't necessarily approve.
Oh and my therapist has now cancelled on me three times in a row. I am supposed to meet him tomorrow.
I had my psychiatrist appointment today. I don't mind admitting that I was a nervous wreck. I knew she was going to take a complete history and the thought of delving to everything again felt daunting. At one point while I was in the waiting room I almost bailed.
The Dr was nice enough. We sat down and I smiled and said, "so what do you want to know?"
She began asking me about my childhood and started furiously scribbling notes. I shrugged the whole thing off. She would ask questions to get a clearer picture every so often but I basically gave her the "cliff notes" version of Desi. We made it to my first husband and she stopped and looked at me and said, 'wait, that wasn't what caused your PTSD?'
"Oh I'm certain it was a contributing factor but we haven't gotten there yet"
It wasn't until that point that I realized that what she was writing of the Traumas which had contributed to my PTSD. She filled up her large note pad.
*sigh*
At the end of it all we talked about the falling out with my therapist and she seemed confused as to why he didn't want me to see a psychiatrist. I still don't know!
We talked about my feelings about psychiatrists and the like and I told her that she seemed like an awful nice person but I really didn't feel like starting over with someone new and dragging all my traumas out again for someone to look at. I just wanted help sleeping.
We talked about my depression. That yes, I know I have it and it's there and I still manage to drag my ass out of bed in the morning. I don't want to be medicated for it. Not right now at least.
We talked over what I had taken, what had worked and had not. What I hoped to gain. The frustration with not being able to wake out of nightmares when I took something for sleep. The frustration with my therapist and how he fit into my seeking medication in the first place.
In the end she prescribed a blood pressure medication. Not because I have high blood pressure (though she noted that it was elevated in the waiting room- yeah, I told her- I wasn't the LEAST bit anxious about having to come see her. AH! she said. I see.) And suggested chamomile tea. heh.. ok... So we are going to try this route instead of aggressive medications.
She said that it was often useful to help patients who had night terrors and nightmares.
So.. now I have a 'team' even if my therapist doesn't necessarily approve.
Oh and my therapist has now cancelled on me three times in a row. I am supposed to meet him tomorrow.
