Today was our last session with Bob. It went OK. Our little toughie W came forward to do a majority of the session. This worked in that she is very definite about what she wants or doesn’t want. So while the softness of Sophie could be easily swayed, W ensured that this was a last session.
The big problem is that we are now without a therapist… heading into one of the nastiest anniversaries we have. As we’ve never gone through this particular anniversary before, we’re not really sure how it’s going to affect us. So far, it hasn’t been good.
Bob is concerned that we’re going to have no support during this time. She really is a good clinical psychologist, she’s highly recommended and we can see why. The problem is that I’m not sure if she really believed in our diagnosis and tried to force us to quickly move ahead. A great part of this is because of the way in which ACC fund clinical psychologist sessions (10 sessions at a time), as opposed to counsellor sessions (30 sessions at a time). She was really nice about the whole thing and tried to assure us that this shouldn’t be seen as our fault – something that Sophie mentioned as we’ve failed to make progress with a highly recommended psychologist.
W has an issue with “running away” – her very childlike understanding of what suicide means. Her wanting to run away was mentioned during the session and I think Bob picked up on what it really meant to W. She mentioned getting hold of the Adult Mental Health Team to try and get us some assistance until we can find another therapist. But the Mental Health Team and us are not a good mix. They are sure that we have Borderline Personality Disorder, and treat us horribly as a result. Bob again mentioned respite care and trying to use the respite as a way to try and get some rest and sleep – as well as monitor our safety. We may have to resort to this, I’m not sure. We’re not in danger at the moment, but know that this may change if we don’t get some sleep soon.
Just one moment at a time…