Lol, interesting this thread got bumped today.
Today I met with my pdoc and she recommended that I go on disability - I didn't even have to bring it up to her! What a f*cking relief. It's really reassuring to have her approach the subject with me in a way that it was like she was trying to convince me to go do it.
My "homework" this week is to get started on the disability paperwork.
It was disconcerting for me, though, to hear her talk about it as if I was going to need it for several years at the least though... Like, in a "holy f*ck am I really that f*cked up?" kind of way. Like a "I really want to keep acting like I'll be over everything in 6 months like I've been wanting to believe this whole time" kind of thing.
Ugh.
It was also slightly depressing that she said that I definitely fit all of the criteria for disability :( - she said that she didn't think I'd need a disability lawyer, which kinda makes me wanna go "wow I'm f*cked up!" It's hard to believe even though like... how can I f*cking deny the facts?
I'm both relieved and kinda just... I don't know. In disbelief that I'm f*cked up enough for this? Wanting to be in denial of the fact I can't just go back to normal life yet?
It's just... why? Like f*ck. I wish I had seen this coming, I wish I had realized, during my trauma, that it -was- trauma, and I wish I knew what the potential effects of trauma were. Feeling really like, self-blamey tonight - blaming myself for not removing myself from that horrible situation sooner. I feel like such a f*cking idiot.
It's kind of ironic that I've been trying to steel myself for telling her I want to try getting disability, and she went and brought the subject up herself, wanting me to go do it, saying I could easily get it - and now I'm like, feeling bad that things are that bad now? It's like my little glimmer of "I'll get over this soon enough, I'm not -that- f*cked up" is being snuffed out, and it's kind of hitting me that I'm actually sort of f*cked.
She did make me feel better saying that I started treatment early so I have better chances of recovery - but yeah... lots of trauma to work through. It was kind of sad to have the phrase "a few years" dropped, referring to when I might be able to start working again, probably a more realistic amount of time than what I've been hoping - and she's very realistic so, her saying that to me is like... shit... I want to say "no f*cking way" but I know that she's not f*cking around. She's also been at this for a while and has seen many other patients. I can't be the first person she had that conversation with.
I guess now I have to work up the drive to go google what documents I need.
Also I want to add:
F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK!!!!!!!!!!