On Thursday, September 7, 2017 I went to my first outpatient therapy appointment in fifteen years.
It was super scary.
When we lived in Castle Rock Colorado, I went to a therapist for depression care. Her advice was to get rid of our dogs, Ebony and Copper, as she said that with two young daughters and two dogs (do not forget the cat, iguana and rat!) I had too much on my plate, and the dogs were stressing me out.
Copper Dog cannot believe the therapist's advice!
Ebony Dog knows I will choose her over the therapist and her stupid advice.
Of course I was stressed! We did not get rid of the dogs. I left the third or fourth therapy visit feeling angry and defeated and did not return. It took me until now and a hospital mandate to try therapy again.
Bill told me recently regarding therapy that it would take a few tries to find the right person. He was correct. I should not have spread my tries so far apart.
The physician's assistant I see is very nice. She is the one who adjusted my medications every day at the hospital until I was more me again. I hardly had to share my feelings on the first outpatient visit, and we talked like normal people...sitting in office chairs. Her nurse is so nice too.
It was not super scary, not scary at all.
We are meeting monthly.
I think this will help a lot.
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Next month's theme is much happier, pets in costumes.
