Our hospital does employ a 'day T.' - who, while nice, knows nothing about us nor about PTSD. But I could call that person if I wanted. Though, I'll never go that route again. Better to tough it out than have the worst possible reminders of how alone I am... "Well...can you call your Mom? (She's been dead since college)..."Your dad?" (dead, too...but before that, abuser)..."any brothers or sisters?" (Step-brother, dead; sisters, estranged).
Emails, forbidden, calls to our T. not allowed, contact not encouraged...though I discovered the hard way I would receive a phone call if I call to cancel.
No dropping off anything, either. Which leaves me wondering what to do with the papers my work gave me a week ago to fill out but I don't see the T. for awhile.
*Sigh.
...and I am gainfully employed with what people around here call 'the GOOD insurance'...Go, State of Illinois!