DogTired
Silver Member
A bit of a "Not much fun" gripe about whatever happened to face to face?
Meanwhile, The suggested treatment for my PTSD is mind adjustment and a shrink messing around inside my head.
(No, I don't do medical terminology).
Meanwhile, mind adjustment (making my mind think differently) is going well.
A video link on Zoom and the therapist has got to know me and knows full well that I don't take on new notions very easily and like to go away and get my wife to translate what was said into DogTired speak which I can understand. Then, usually after a week or so, what was said by the therapist and wife suddenly makes sense.
Then there is the psychotherapist aka the Shrink, and his first Contact with me.
Him. He started saying (after the pleasantries) "Make an appointment and come in for a chat".
Me. "Err No. You work 103 miles away from where I live so I can't just "drop in" for a chat."
Him. "That's not too far away."
Me. "What happened to 'your care will not be further than you can travel in 45 mins'?"
Tell me folks, is it too much to expect a local(ish)"face to face" medical consultation.
Or has the mental health side of things in the UK got lazy like general doctoring has?
So now I'm thinking "Is this going to be a video link AGAIN?"
Read on.
Him. "You can always use your Smart phone".
Me. (I'm getting angry now as) "We don't own one".
Him. "Oh. Well - - - a USoft Teams meeting is how we operate."
Me. "Our very old laptops can't run Teams and barely manage Zoom."
Silence.
Him. "You could always go to the public library and use theirs!"
Me. "So you want me to go to the public library and sit in the open and discuss mind things with you for everyone to hear?"
Him. "That's not such a bad thing."
Me. (I'm steaming mad now) "Put that in an email to me."
Him. Silence, a long pause, then the phone line goes click, and I'm hearing the dial tone.
Somehow I am sensing a breakdown in communication before communication starts.
C'est la vie, but I'm not one to talk to someone I think is an idiot so that probably means I've just stuffed myself.
(Slang English for:- "I'm in a bad or seriously disadvantageous position that I may not be able to get out of")
Later on, when I'd stopped trying to punch through the bedroom door, I calmed down and talked to my wife about the possibility of me going back to France to the hospital that treated me . The result? "Fat chance of me letting you do that chum".
She knows me too well, and that I might just try to get back into the mire again if I go off on my own.
After all, there is a sort of calm that some will know when doing what one enjoys.
Meanwhile, The suggested treatment for my PTSD is mind adjustment and a shrink messing around inside my head.
(No, I don't do medical terminology).
Meanwhile, mind adjustment (making my mind think differently) is going well.
A video link on Zoom and the therapist has got to know me and knows full well that I don't take on new notions very easily and like to go away and get my wife to translate what was said into DogTired speak which I can understand. Then, usually after a week or so, what was said by the therapist and wife suddenly makes sense.
Then there is the psychotherapist aka the Shrink, and his first Contact with me.
Him. He started saying (after the pleasantries) "Make an appointment and come in for a chat".
Me. "Err No. You work 103 miles away from where I live so I can't just "drop in" for a chat."
Him. "That's not too far away."
Me. "What happened to 'your care will not be further than you can travel in 45 mins'?"
Tell me folks, is it too much to expect a local(ish)"face to face" medical consultation.
Or has the mental health side of things in the UK got lazy like general doctoring has?
So now I'm thinking "Is this going to be a video link AGAIN?"
Read on.
Him. "You can always use your Smart phone".
Me. (I'm getting angry now as) "We don't own one".
Him. "Oh. Well - - - a USoft Teams meeting is how we operate."
Me. "Our very old laptops can't run Teams and barely manage Zoom."
Silence.
Him. "You could always go to the public library and use theirs!"
Me. "So you want me to go to the public library and sit in the open and discuss mind things with you for everyone to hear?"
Him. "That's not such a bad thing."
Me. (I'm steaming mad now) "Put that in an email to me."
Him. Silence, a long pause, then the phone line goes click, and I'm hearing the dial tone.
Somehow I am sensing a breakdown in communication before communication starts.
C'est la vie, but I'm not one to talk to someone I think is an idiot so that probably means I've just stuffed myself.
(Slang English for:- "I'm in a bad or seriously disadvantageous position that I may not be able to get out of")
Later on, when I'd stopped trying to punch through the bedroom door, I calmed down and talked to my wife about the possibility of me going back to France to the hospital that treated me . The result? "Fat chance of me letting you do that chum".
She knows me too well, and that I might just try to get back into the mire again if I go off on my own.
After all, there is a sort of calm that some will know when doing what one enjoys.