Thanks
@She Cat and everyone else I’ve missed.
I’m home sick, fighting to breathe, but my head is clearing a little. I’ll break down and use the inhaled steroids in a bit... but that just makes me antsy. Not suicidal.
I’m really mad at my therapist. I feel like it’s really unfair for me to be mad at her. I point blank told her it was ok to say no, it is ok to say no, and there isn’t much she could have done anyhow.
But I’m still mad. I nearly died a few weeks ago fighting this thing and somehow, I have the interpretation in my head that she doesn’t really care or take me seriously.
Two years of work with her gives a lot of evidence to the contrary.
My last therapist left when I was prescribed a medication that caused seratonin syndrome and I told the doc and others this isn’t working something is wrong, and no one took me seriously until I nearly died. I told her I needed to cancel and go to the ER. She said no come into therapy. I told her no. She didn’t hear it. She was trying to help. First time I ever told her no, I yelled it at her. “When the —— will you hear me say no?”
She quit. Fast. She had told me she’d never quit like she did, not because I said no or yelled once or...
But it was fair to quit.
Here I am, again, jacked up on physical sickness drugs doing a number on my brain... and throughout this, I think I’ve wanted this therapist to take me seriously?
When I first got sick, I wasn’t contagious and told her three doctors said I wasn’t. I still missed a couple of appointments. Then when I came back, she up three sessions in a row with a fever, coughing, sneezing. Visibly ill.
After the 3rd time two weeks ago, I told her point blank, I’ll leave the appointment if you show up this sick again. You can actually cancel on me. It’s not good for you and my immune system is shot. You are risking me getting really sick again. She admitted she tends to work until someone sends her home and her favorite days are the days she sees me, so she was trying to take another day off.
I was finally getting past the pneumonia and I did catch what she had. Badly. Then all this to try to get through it and calm the pneumonia back down. I couldn’t come in this week because I was running the high fever she had the week before.
In the middle of it all, I guess I’m feeling really mad. Stranded.
Used?
She couldn’t take one session off to keep others from getting sick, and when I pay the price and get sick, I can’t have one paid 5 minute phone call for a week I have to miss therapy?
I feel like I’m being a jerk. I’m really mad at her. I know I shouldn’t blame her for being sick, as everyone is sick... bad flu season...
But damn it. I am mad. And it’s not about the phone call.
We were sorting through something that goes to the core of why I distrust therapists and then all this has to happen? She hasn’t done anything wrong, and yet I’m still mad. I don’t know how to handle this all with her.
I don’t know how to face seeing her this messed up and feeling this angry in such an irrational way. I don’t see that this will go well. I’m ok that she didn’t call, I’m not ok that she didn’t take anything going on with me being sick very seriously at all.
It *feels* like it was with my last therapist. I know feelings are not facts...
And there is that vulnerable pain of how much I just wanted to know she is there for me. I guess I have to go to therapy tomorrow to try and see that she is there for me.