rainy_daze
Diamond Member
I am sorry this is so long, I did not know how to shorten it. I have years to cover with PTSD and explaining, but the recent years should be enough. I hope it doesn't trigger anyone :( it's not my intention, the post is to seek advice of any kind. I know from reading other posts here, I am not alone in these feelings, so feel supported but still afraid for myself.
*Remember, I am from Scotland: GP = doctor, we have the NHS (National Health Service, "free" healthcare) here and this is an NHS psychologist whose waiting list I am on (with a counselling degree etc and some other qualifications), when I mention calling I am calling a receptionist and waiting on the psych to return my call, which always took 2days+ and a lot of forcing the receptionist verbally over the phone to "please just leave a message" for the psych!), I have no money for therapy (in fact, I am minus money, a lot of £ in my opinion), not on medication (huge series of disasters/very long story). Feel free to ask questions to me. Thanks to anyone in advance for taking the time to reply (or simply read) this.*
Summer 2009: (through GP) I asked for help.
Winter 2009: I begged for help (GP). I began to go to a charity counselling service while awaiting my referral to a psych.
Spring 2010: I am told by the psych that I will see her in 6 months, maximum waiting time, hopefully sooner. If things get bad, to call her.
I call after the 6 months wait, "Sorry, wait a little longer, we are so busy" is the answer I get, although things were not just bad, they were worse. I understand waiting lists, how much pressure they must be under, I really do and try to. I waited patiently.
Spring 2011: After a year of waiting (minus the original waiting list I was put on, which was to wait on the initial appointment when I was placed on waiting list), I call again. A written reply, some advce about a class on dealing with stress. I don't go - not comfortable in that setting (even if it is not a group therapy setting).
Winter 2011: Call again. Find out I am number 2 on the list. This keeps me surviving.
January 2012 (I think): I left the charity counselling because 2 years of talking has not helped me to manage my PTSD/what is happening now. One day I just said "No I'm not coming here any more", and although the door is open to go back to my counsellor there, I do not want to go back there. Talking seems to make things worse, I have never left a session feeling better than when I went in, that I can remember. At first I think I needed that place to vent and vent and vent, but eventually, I told the same story over and over, or I just spoke about how awful I feel in the here and now. Or introduced things I hadn't shared with anyone and then felt raw. Not like I was healing. Talking therapy didn't work for me, clearly, even though I trusted (as much as I am capable) my counsellor and liked her.
Continuing to feel awful.. A month ago (at least) I called the psych and told her I had only managed to leave the house a couple of times in the last few weeks. I told her I wanted to pour boiling water over my entire body. I didn't know how much longer I could wait. That the 2 years of talking therapy had been ended by myself. That I was about to fail my course (although, like I always do, I said in a cheery way "I will get that sorted though, I have a meeting about it", which is something I do a lot when I feel I am breaking down slowly, I pretend I am ok/feeling really confident about the future)... She asked me questions about my support network basically, and seemed satisfied with my answers, I assured her I wasn't going to kill myself (because I can't inflict pain on the people I love), and she explained how her and her colleagues are struggling with the workload. To "just keep waiting, you shouldn't have had to wait this long, you shouldn't wait too much longer". Oh, and I am still at number 2 on waiting list (someone has been on it about 6months longer than myself, so I am glad I am not them). The therapy, CAT (?), I know very little about what it entails - no idea if it is time limited, no idea if I am supported if I doesn't work or if I will be shoved back onto a waiting list if it is unsuccessful.
So I joined this forum. To try and hold on to sanity and the little strength I have left until therapy starts. Will it ever start?
I want to get better, I cannot stress that enough. I am wasting away (very physically, and mentally). I have tried a bit of self help, but I do not feel strong enough. I feel at crisis point. There is one place I know I can go and feel safe, but it is my final resort, I don't want to go backwards with my life, I want to move forwards. I feel desperate. I do not want to go to that place, unless I really have reached the point where I'm at that bridge and I'm about to jump of it. Then I will go to a place where they will have to help me, because it is the law if someone says they need to be hosipitalised (at least, I think they have a responsibility of care? It obviously doen't feel that way at the moment - it feels like the NHS couldn't care if I live or die, because that is one less client to deal with). In fact, I would only go there against my will. I have seen the hospital, and it is not the environment in which I will flourish. The opposite would happen. Trust me. I'm not saying they are all that way, just the particular one I am referring to, which is where I would have to go based on where I live. It is my idea of a living hell qhich is worse than this current one. Which is why it is the final resort if I get to the point of (almost) no return, to make myself go there, where I can't escape to the bridge even if I wanted to.
(Sidetracked...) I realise it may come across like I haven't done anything to help myself, but in that time (summer 2009 onwards) I have achieved some things. I am saying a lot of "story" and not more about how depressed and stressed I am, and at this point in time even thinking about writing the way I feel down is making all my muscles tense. The people/one thing I have in my life right now, I am starting to lose it all fast (!!!!), and I do not know what to do. The plan I put in place re going to hospital, is not one I want to do. I would do anything other than that. I just really need this therapy to start, I feel so awful.
I cannot say this to my "support network" the psych clearly seems to think is enough for me (I do love them. But feeling like I want to kill myself because I cannot cope, which I have said to only one person whom I love, is not something they are equipped to cope with, not even the very conversation. It would kill them. After saying it to one, I knew I had only done more damage to the person. I didn't want to inflict that feeling of helplessness they had on anyone else). They are not trained to deal with what is happening to me - and neither am I.
I feel I have asked for the help and I have not been listened to. What can I do? If you feel like you can say anything to me to help, please do, and thank you. (Now I have this off my chest I am going to cheer myself up on some of the lighter chitchat places; and watch some tv to hopefully fall asleep. It's 2a.m. here.)
*Remember, I am from Scotland: GP = doctor, we have the NHS (National Health Service, "free" healthcare) here and this is an NHS psychologist whose waiting list I am on (with a counselling degree etc and some other qualifications), when I mention calling I am calling a receptionist and waiting on the psych to return my call, which always took 2days+ and a lot of forcing the receptionist verbally over the phone to "please just leave a message" for the psych!), I have no money for therapy (in fact, I am minus money, a lot of £ in my opinion), not on medication (huge series of disasters/very long story). Feel free to ask questions to me. Thanks to anyone in advance for taking the time to reply (or simply read) this.*
Summer 2009: (through GP) I asked for help.
Winter 2009: I begged for help (GP). I began to go to a charity counselling service while awaiting my referral to a psych.
Spring 2010: I am told by the psych that I will see her in 6 months, maximum waiting time, hopefully sooner. If things get bad, to call her.
I call after the 6 months wait, "Sorry, wait a little longer, we are so busy" is the answer I get, although things were not just bad, they were worse. I understand waiting lists, how much pressure they must be under, I really do and try to. I waited patiently.
Spring 2011: After a year of waiting (minus the original waiting list I was put on, which was to wait on the initial appointment when I was placed on waiting list), I call again. A written reply, some advce about a class on dealing with stress. I don't go - not comfortable in that setting (even if it is not a group therapy setting).
Winter 2011: Call again. Find out I am number 2 on the list. This keeps me surviving.
January 2012 (I think): I left the charity counselling because 2 years of talking has not helped me to manage my PTSD/what is happening now. One day I just said "No I'm not coming here any more", and although the door is open to go back to my counsellor there, I do not want to go back there. Talking seems to make things worse, I have never left a session feeling better than when I went in, that I can remember. At first I think I needed that place to vent and vent and vent, but eventually, I told the same story over and over, or I just spoke about how awful I feel in the here and now. Or introduced things I hadn't shared with anyone and then felt raw. Not like I was healing. Talking therapy didn't work for me, clearly, even though I trusted (as much as I am capable) my counsellor and liked her.
Continuing to feel awful.. A month ago (at least) I called the psych and told her I had only managed to leave the house a couple of times in the last few weeks. I told her I wanted to pour boiling water over my entire body. I didn't know how much longer I could wait. That the 2 years of talking therapy had been ended by myself. That I was about to fail my course (although, like I always do, I said in a cheery way "I will get that sorted though, I have a meeting about it", which is something I do a lot when I feel I am breaking down slowly, I pretend I am ok/feeling really confident about the future)... She asked me questions about my support network basically, and seemed satisfied with my answers, I assured her I wasn't going to kill myself (because I can't inflict pain on the people I love), and she explained how her and her colleagues are struggling with the workload. To "just keep waiting, you shouldn't have had to wait this long, you shouldn't wait too much longer". Oh, and I am still at number 2 on waiting list (someone has been on it about 6months longer than myself, so I am glad I am not them). The therapy, CAT (?), I know very little about what it entails - no idea if it is time limited, no idea if I am supported if I doesn't work or if I will be shoved back onto a waiting list if it is unsuccessful.
So I joined this forum. To try and hold on to sanity and the little strength I have left until therapy starts. Will it ever start?
I want to get better, I cannot stress that enough. I am wasting away (very physically, and mentally). I have tried a bit of self help, but I do not feel strong enough. I feel at crisis point. There is one place I know I can go and feel safe, but it is my final resort, I don't want to go backwards with my life, I want to move forwards. I feel desperate. I do not want to go to that place, unless I really have reached the point where I'm at that bridge and I'm about to jump of it. Then I will go to a place where they will have to help me, because it is the law if someone says they need to be hosipitalised (at least, I think they have a responsibility of care? It obviously doen't feel that way at the moment - it feels like the NHS couldn't care if I live or die, because that is one less client to deal with). In fact, I would only go there against my will. I have seen the hospital, and it is not the environment in which I will flourish. The opposite would happen. Trust me. I'm not saying they are all that way, just the particular one I am referring to, which is where I would have to go based on where I live. It is my idea of a living hell qhich is worse than this current one. Which is why it is the final resort if I get to the point of (almost) no return, to make myself go there, where I can't escape to the bridge even if I wanted to.
(Sidetracked...) I realise it may come across like I haven't done anything to help myself, but in that time (summer 2009 onwards) I have achieved some things. I am saying a lot of "story" and not more about how depressed and stressed I am, and at this point in time even thinking about writing the way I feel down is making all my muscles tense. The people/one thing I have in my life right now, I am starting to lose it all fast (!!!!), and I do not know what to do. The plan I put in place re going to hospital, is not one I want to do. I would do anything other than that. I just really need this therapy to start, I feel so awful.
I cannot say this to my "support network" the psych clearly seems to think is enough for me (I do love them. But feeling like I want to kill myself because I cannot cope, which I have said to only one person whom I love, is not something they are equipped to cope with, not even the very conversation. It would kill them. After saying it to one, I knew I had only done more damage to the person. I didn't want to inflict that feeling of helplessness they had on anyone else). They are not trained to deal with what is happening to me - and neither am I.
I feel I have asked for the help and I have not been listened to. What can I do? If you feel like you can say anything to me to help, please do, and thank you. (Now I have this off my chest I am going to cheer myself up on some of the lighter chitchat places; and watch some tv to hopefully fall asleep. It's 2a.m. here.)