DogTired
Silver Member
Background:
Go see your doctor says the media and ask for help. I did and ARGH!
Officially it's CPTSD, and I'm having my first uncontrollable relapse in 34 years.
The "Treatment" started in October, after 10 months on a waiting list.
Which I suppose is pretty good for the UK's NHS.
Treatment
Since then I've had two meetings on Zoom (Two and a half hours worth over 3 months).
I had to fight for that too as otherwise everything they did would have been over my ex "not very smart at all" mobile phone. These calls were to 'stabilize me' and give me methods to cope with my Anxiety, Hyper awareness, F-backs and nightmares. and sometimes really extreme reactions to everyday problems until I got to see one of their psychiatrists. Stabilization has so far given me two sheets of A4 with little diagrams to help me. Impressed?
The Phone call:
Today I get told the therapist is still off sick with an unknown return date, by her Psych Nurse.
Did I mention "unknown return date?"
So I asked who would be replacing her in the interim. The reply?
"There are no other therapists available as we have a funding issue".
A funding issue? I'm hearing alarm bells!
Then the nurse asked how I felt. After that list, I added "and Abandoned" and ended the call.
He was going to phone me next week to check on me. I'll need a new phone by then as the other one just took up swimming. The number I will send by email. Why mention email? Read on.
Meanwhile, my PTSD (also a vet) buddy of old and me have been talking.
He saying, "I told you they would stop treating you for no reason and stop answering emails."
I haven't tried the email bit yet, I'll wait till next week to see what happens before I totally flip.
So I asked him, "What did you do about that"?
"The usual, got drunk and smashed up the flat sort of thing."
He is now talking to a private therapist which is being paid for by a veterans charity.
Every fortnight, face to face. I should be so lucky!
Still he is a nice guy (until triggered) so I'm pleased for him.
Finally, it's taken the best bit of 7 hours to calm down.
Thanks to my lovely wife. She is so important to me, and my registered carer.
I'm used to BS from doctors, but on a scale of 1 to 10, my anger index for shrinks is in triple figures.
So I suppose it's lucky the voice on the phone is 103 miles away.
Somehow I thought things would get better once in the hands of professionals.
Only what makes a professional organization nowadays? Apart from money!
Go see your doctor says the media and ask for help. I did and ARGH!
Officially it's CPTSD, and I'm having my first uncontrollable relapse in 34 years.
The "Treatment" started in October, after 10 months on a waiting list.
Which I suppose is pretty good for the UK's NHS.
Treatment
Since then I've had two meetings on Zoom (Two and a half hours worth over 3 months).
I had to fight for that too as otherwise everything they did would have been over my ex "not very smart at all" mobile phone. These calls were to 'stabilize me' and give me methods to cope with my Anxiety, Hyper awareness, F-backs and nightmares. and sometimes really extreme reactions to everyday problems until I got to see one of their psychiatrists. Stabilization has so far given me two sheets of A4 with little diagrams to help me. Impressed?
The Phone call:
Today I get told the therapist is still off sick with an unknown return date, by her Psych Nurse.
Did I mention "unknown return date?"
So I asked who would be replacing her in the interim. The reply?
"There are no other therapists available as we have a funding issue".
A funding issue? I'm hearing alarm bells!
Then the nurse asked how I felt. After that list, I added "and Abandoned" and ended the call.
He was going to phone me next week to check on me. I'll need a new phone by then as the other one just took up swimming. The number I will send by email. Why mention email? Read on.
Meanwhile, my PTSD (also a vet) buddy of old and me have been talking.
He saying, "I told you they would stop treating you for no reason and stop answering emails."
I haven't tried the email bit yet, I'll wait till next week to see what happens before I totally flip.
So I asked him, "What did you do about that"?
"The usual, got drunk and smashed up the flat sort of thing."
He is now talking to a private therapist which is being paid for by a veterans charity.
Every fortnight, face to face. I should be so lucky!
Still he is a nice guy (until triggered) so I'm pleased for him.
Finally, it's taken the best bit of 7 hours to calm down.
Thanks to my lovely wife. She is so important to me, and my registered carer.
I'm used to BS from doctors, but on a scale of 1 to 10, my anger index for shrinks is in triple figures.
So I suppose it's lucky the voice on the phone is 103 miles away.
Somehow I thought things would get better once in the hands of professionals.
Only what makes a professional organization nowadays? Apart from money!