Fighting off the diseased programming of centuries

I had my first session with a psychologist today. I’ve been meaning to get around to therapy for two years now, but somehow it never happened. Getting a psych on the NHS requires the kind of committment, concentration, patience and endurance that I certainly don’t have, and doubt many crazies have. Pretty much the only way anyone gets a proper psych in the UK seems to be by trying to off themselves so much that you’re forced to see one as a condition of being allowed to live outside the hospital.

So, after much avoidance, worrying, stress and some more avoidance (read: laziness) with some encouragement from C, (who is slowly persuading me that spending money is not necessarily a Bad Thing, especially if one pays ones bills on time.) I made an appointment. Actually the psych failed to respond to my email requesting an appointment, C kept forgetting to make one for me by phone, and I tend to avoid phones, so we got our minions to make the appointment for me. (asksunday.com – awesome)

I’m rambling anyway, so at this point I’ll digress a little more and recommend one of these remote personal assistant companies to any crazies who have problems organising their lives. It’s pretty cheap, and you can get them to do all kinds of stuff that you just can’t face doing, forget to do, or avoid doing. You can email or text them, set up all your contacts, important dates, etc. give them regular tasks to do. This stuff is vital if you’re like me and regularly fail to do important life stuff for no good reason. I was resistant to the expense at first, but to be honest with myself, my inability to do anything in a timely fashion, results regularly in a collection of fines, failure to get anything done, make appointments I really need to make (i.e see a psych).

Anyway. Back to the post. If I had one.

Went to see the psych, a clinical psychologist. With many letters after the name.

I like him. I was worried I would not. He seems intelligent, knows his stuff, but has empathy as well as intellectual knowledge. I ran through a quick history with him, overview of my issues, triggers, what I want from therapy. Made an appointment for two weeks time. He talked a little about what he likes to do, and seems interested in doing some short term CBT work, moving into schema therapy as a longer term method.

I’m fairly easy at this point. I’ll trust him until I have a reason not to. I need to do some reading about Schema. The psych, (lets call him Dr T.) was interested in having a look at my blog when I mentioned it in possibly being of use. My memory is not great, so it might save a lot of time and effort if he just reads this, not to mention the way I write being very different to the way I talk, and appear in person. Mostly. Sometimes.

I was appalled at my memory of things as I tried to lay down a brief history of my life that led to seeking therapy. I have appalling recollection of dates. I basically have to locate a date in my life that I definitely know is right, and then count forwards, by the house i was living in, or the job I was doing. Otherwise I have no f’ing clue. I blame all that acid in my youth.

So anyway. One small step for me. Maybe people out there can share their thoughts as to how useful therapy is/has been to them. If they think it has helped their coping strategies. Any advice at all really. I’m a newbie. Everyone else seems to have been in therapy since birth…Now I get to waffle on about my therapist this, and my therapist that… Now I just need a nutritionist, a gastro specialist, a careers advisor and I will be as mentally healthy as PA! Oh dear.

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