Teats on a bull.
May. 5th, 2003 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojThat pretty much decribed my session with the shrink this morning. So glad I didn't pay for babysitting and just took the kids to my mom's, or I would have been right pissed.
She went 20 minutes overtime with her last patient, then called me in, and started our session with, "So everything is going well, yes?"
There followed about 15 minutes of her asking me about various areas of my life - school, the kids, the marriage, my mood, Chris' brain injury, Chris' work, etc. I would get out one sentence and she would either break in with, "But it sounds like you're handling it well, so really, there's not much to be done," or "Of course this is something that isn't going to change, and all there is to do is to live with it."
So eventually I told her I basically felt like we were both wasting our time, and pointed out that she seemed to feel I was (a) mostly doing great and (b) in situations that couldn't be helped.
So... what exactly was I doing there?
She pointed out that if I became depressed again, she would prescribe anti-depressants and follow me, but really, since I was doing so well, it didn't seem to be necessary blah blah blah...
"... so would you like me to send a note to your family doctor, let him know that we feel you don't need to come back?"
"Sure."
And out I went, with 20 minutes left to the hour.
Teats on a bull.
She went 20 minutes overtime with her last patient, then called me in, and started our session with, "So everything is going well, yes?"
There followed about 15 minutes of her asking me about various areas of my life - school, the kids, the marriage, my mood, Chris' brain injury, Chris' work, etc. I would get out one sentence and she would either break in with, "But it sounds like you're handling it well, so really, there's not much to be done," or "Of course this is something that isn't going to change, and all there is to do is to live with it."
So eventually I told her I basically felt like we were both wasting our time, and pointed out that she seemed to feel I was (a) mostly doing great and (b) in situations that couldn't be helped.
So... what exactly was I doing there?
She pointed out that if I became depressed again, she would prescribe anti-depressants and follow me, but really, since I was doing so well, it didn't seem to be necessary blah blah blah...
"... so would you like me to send a note to your family doctor, let him know that we feel you don't need to come back?"
"Sure."
And out I went, with 20 minutes left to the hour.
Teats on a bull.
