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Therapy Update…

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So I had my second therapy appointment a few weeks ago now, but I haven’t had the chance to post about it yet. I’ve wanted to write a lot over the past few weeks, but for one reason or another I haven’t managed it.

The appointment covered pretty similar territory to the last one really and I am not sure it was all that helpful. I guess it was worth meeting again, if only to let us bring things to a close a little better, but it still felt a bit like a waste of time. It would have felt very rushed if we only had the one appointment though and I guess I may as well make the most of the psychologist’s time whilst I have it.

Unfortunately, she didn’t really have any further information on the future of the therapy service or when I might be able to see another therapist. They don’t know what is going to happen and it is unlikely that anyone else will be joining the team in the near future. It seems there are only 3 therapists working in the service at the moment, which explains why the waiting lists are so long. Two of those are CBT therapists, so are not really suitable, although apparently one of those is “much more than just a CBT therapist”. The other therapist is male and the assessing psychologist thought that a female might be better and more challenging for me (due to my usual preference of dealing with men). They all have full case loads anyway, so wouldn’t be able to take me on, even if they were considered suitable. It was suggested that perhaps the “much more than CBT” therapist could have maybe taken me on, but the assessing psychologist wasn’t sure if she had the space or if she’d really be suitable. She was going to talk to the team manager and discuss that possibility, but she did think that someone else would probably be better. If she can take me on though I wondered if I should just see her. At least there would be a concrete offer of therapy soon, which could mean I would get started before I am planning to go back to work. I am worried that if I have to keep waiting I will miss my opportunity.

The other option is to wait for the therapist that is out on maternity leave until November and hope that she will be able to take me on. She is a psychodynamic therapist and the psychologist I saw thinks she would be best placed to work with me. I am worried that she will decide not to come back to work or that she won’t have room in her case load for me though. Even worse, I worry that I won’t like her or be able to work with her. If I am going to have to wait a few more months, I’d like there to be some guarantee of a positive outcome at the end of it.

Otherwise I will just be waiting for someone else to join the service, although the likelihood of that happening and them being suitable seems pretty slim. I still can’t believe there are only 3 therapists for the whole service. I dread to think how many people they are meant to be covering between them or how many people are waiting.

As well as talking about therapists, we also talked about topics for therapy and what things I needed to address when I eventually get offered a therapist. We didn’t really identify much more aside from the previous session, but we did look at a few things in more depth.

We talked about school and about bullying a little. I never used to think much of the bullying I went through at school. I didn’t think it really bothered me, aside from making me a bit miserable at the time, but I’d been dreaming a lot about some of the main protagonists lately and some of the dreams or nightmares have been really upsetting. They have been less frequent in the past fortnight, but in the weeks before that they were starting to bother me a lot. I would wake up shaking and confused. I don’t know why it has suddenly come up in my dreams. There is no reason for it to be a problem all of a sudden. I’ve had a lot of nightmares in general lately, but school has definitely been the main focus. Some of these dreams are so realistic, they feel like buried memories and I wake up terrified that I’m back at school. Others are strange and convoluted and make little sense. It has made me think about how I felt back then, a little more. I wonder if things were actually worse than I remembered or hurt me more than I would like to admit. There are periods from school that are really clear in my memory, but other times are just gone and I wonder how much of that is me trying to forget the worst of it all. My¬† memory is patchy these days anyway, especially since the ECT, but my long-term memory is certainly less affected than more recent times.

Specifically we talked about how there were two kinds of bullying I went through and how they affected me differently. I was teased and bullied during a lot of primary and early secondary school. On the surface, most of the bullying at secondary school came in the form of name calling and the occasional push on the stairs from a bunch of lads in the year above. This was annoying, but I tended to brush it off and ignore them, or be pretty mouthy back. I was usually too quick for them..

On the other hand, even though it was less visible, it was the other stuff that got me. There was always a lot of teasing and bitching from most of the girls, many of whom were meant to be friends. There were a lot of things supposedly said in jest, that really hurt and worse of all, they were meant to hurt. People would pretend to be nice, but many of them were pretty damn cruel when they wanted to be.

In the long-term, this side of things has certainly had the most effect on me. I became afraid to get close to anyone, because they always seemed to stab me in the back. Even now I struggle to trust friends and worry about what they really think about me. I get anxious in social situations and never feel good enough. If people are being nice, I always worry they aren’t genuine. I try to come across as confident, but afterwards I always analyse everything to death and worry I came across as an idiot. I have little true self-esteem (although I can pretend), but when it was battered constantly for years, that is probably understandable. The only thing I have much faith in is my intelligence, ability at school/work and the like and over the past couple years that has somewhat taken a knock too, due to being ill.

Anyway, this wasn’t what I set out to write about, but we didn’t discuss all that much else aside from what I wrote about in the last post.

We left the situation with the psychologist planning to talk to her manager to discuss whether “Not Just CBT Therapist” or “Maternity Leave Therapist” would be best placed to take me on. She was then going to call me to let me know what is happening.

I thought she had forgotten about me, but she finally called on Monday. It seems I will have to wait for “Maternity Therapist” to come back. She may not be able to take me on straight away, but at least they will know more then. It could be months before I actually get to see someone now though.

I’m still frustrated by this. To think the wait is coming to an end and then to be let down is annoying. I just don’t know if it will be worth bothering by the time I actually get to see someone.

Oh well. I don’t know why I expected anything better.

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Wednesday, 6th October 2010 at 1:47 pm

Limited Capability for Work?…

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A little less agitated than yesterday evening at the moment, but I’ve had a terrible night’s sleep. I was very wound up all night and couldn’t keep still. My head was flying all over the place. Every time I drifted into sleep I had busy, fast, vivid, strange dreams. I was waking up from them every 30 minutes or so and wondering why I wasn’t doing all the things I was dreaming about and then I couldn’t get back to sleep because my mind was flying off on all these tangents inspired by the dreams. Things eventually seemed to calm down a little around 6-7am, so I did get a couple hours of sleep, but even then my sleep was littered with more dreams.

Part of this agitation may have been exacerbated by the argument I had with my partner last night. The night before I am due to go for an ESA medical, testing whether or not I am fit for work, he tells me I should just go back to work and implies that I am lazy, a skiver and not ill at all. This isn’t helpful.

He was telling me that I should just go back because unless I do, I’ll never be ready. He thinks I am just putting it off forever. He thinks I need to go back and try to work because until I do I can’t be sure if I am ready or not. This is of course true, but I think I need to be showing more signs of being ready before I try it.

There are of course a lot of things to lose by going back too soon and then having to stop working. The loss of my permanent health insurance income being one. I’d have to apply again for it, which is a lengthy process. The loss of ESA will be another factor, if of course they ever give me it. As I am claiming under youth rules I’d have to be off sick for another 6 months before I can claim again.

I suspect that he may in part be pushing me back for selfish reasons. He has of course given up a lot to look after me, but I think it is wearing thin and he doesn’t want to stay at home and care for me any more. I pointed out to him that if I am ready enough to go back to work then he shouldn’t need to care for me anyway and should just go out and get himself another job, but he didn’t seem to agree. The fact he still thinks I can’t be left on my own must tell him I can’t be expected to work. I would likely be on my own a lot in the office and there’s also the matter of getting to and from work. It would be easy to abscond.

My social worker seems to have a strange attitude to my employment. She was asking me if my goal for recovery is to get back to work. For me, the ultimate goal is being well enough to work again and more importantly for me, to go back to the job I loved doing. She seemed disappointed with this and almost surprised. It really felt as if she thought I shouldn’t expect to work again because of my mental health. Maybe she just feels I shouldn’t be working in a high-pressure, highly competitive environment, but for me, working in a simpler job wouldn’t be recovery. It would seem like a poor compromise.

To me her attitude to work seems bizarre. Surely her goal should be for me to return to a normal life, or at least as normal life as possible? I don’t think it should be expected that I will remain disabled and a full-time mental for life? I really fear that will happen and need as much help as possible to stop it happening. I know I have to face the fact that this illness isn’t going to go away and I will have to learn to live with it, but I hope that I will be living a fuller life than this sometime soon.

At the moment I don’t think I’m ready to go back to work. This sudden swing into agitation is a suggestion of that. Last time I tried to return to work I became very hypomanic, very quickly, probably aided by the fluoxetine I was on at the time. Work is likely to fuel this mood and send me up and up. Maybe that would be nice, but I’m not sure I’d be a productive employee.

Even if I hadn’t have entered this mood yesterday, I don’t think I’m ready yet. I am still battling suicidal thoughts almost constantly. Stress would only make these thoughts more urgent and amplify the need to escape this world.

There is also the matter of anger management. I’m not there yet. I have calmed down on a month or two ago, but I am still struggling with bubbling agitation. The smallest thing can send me into rage, wanting to hurt both myself and the cause of the anger. I have to admit I can’t take criticism. It was something I found hard before, but I usually turned it on myself mentally. Lately I’ve been literally hitting back and that is not suitable behaviour for work. I don’t want to be violent and I certainly don’t want to display that in the workplace. It would do nothing for reducing the stigma that mentally ill people are dangerous.

It is these things that I’ll be talking about today at the medical. I need to convince them I shouldn’t be working, yet I’m doubting this myself. I hate being hypocritical. I guess if I do get through the medical it is proof that I shouldn’t be working. If I can convince the DWP, who are notoriously bad at trying to get people back to work before they are ready, then I really must be ill. We will see. I don’t hold my breath.

There is a voice that tells me I am a fraud and I should just go back to work. I feel lazy, sitting around having nothing to do all day. I am trying to occupy myself, but I am not a productive member of society.

I am getting stuff done, but this only makes me think I should be working. Over the past couple of days I’ve embarked on a project to sort out all of my photos and to get them online. I used to have a photo gallery on my website, but I took it down when the domain was up to expire and since uni I’ve been very lazy about my photography. I have literally thousands of images, over 40gb worth. A lot of these are utter rubbish, but I want to find the ones that aren’t and get them out in the open. Anyway, the point of this is I’ve been sitting on my computer sorting this photos out and generally I’ve been able to concentrate on the task in hand. Considering a vast amount of my job is sitting at a computer then maybe I should be doing that and not just sorting out my photos.

I’ve been baking more recently and on Tuesday, I also made a load of home-made chocolates. I managed to do it successfully this time after a recent attempt involved me using semolina instead of sugar. Unsurprisingly the mixture had to go in the bin. They were popular at creative remedies yesterday, with many suggestions of having to sell them or give them as christmas presents.

I had even ventured back into the world of books and reading over the past month or so. I haven’t picked up a book for a couple of weeks, but I was getting there. I was reading stuff and even starting to enjoy it a little. I sometimes had to read paragraphs multiple times or forgot what I had been reading the previous day, but I was getting through the pages.

I also worry about this blog. The fact I can sit here and read and write. Does that mean I should be working instead of just writing about the fact I’m not? If people found this, would they use it against me to tell me I should be working?

This desire to work has of course has been amplified by my mood since yesterday. I have all these ideas of things I could be doing at work. I will not be on a project at first so need to find some internal work I could be doing. I can think of so many ways to improve our company. So many things that could be done and I want to be the person to do them.

There are barriers to returning. My doctors tell me I’m not ready. My social worker tells me I’m not ready. I need to go to occupational health before they will let me go back to work and they may well tell me I’m not ready. When will I know if I’m ready? How can they know?

Disappearing Posts…

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Some of you may have noticed that my posts disappeared yesterday for a while. My bloke and I had an argument and in order to hurt me, he signed into here and deleted my blog. Thankfully he had the nouse to back it up first, but I was still upset and felt violated.

I saw Dr N this morning. As always it was good to see him. He always gives me time and is understanding. We talked about various things, including the arguing and anger, work and the CMHT. I got my script and I now have my melatonin so here’s hoping I get a decent nights sleep soon.

He is still keen for me to go back to work, but I just don’t know how I can. I am still as low as I was last May when I was signed off initially. I can’t handle even the smallest thing and I just snap and lash out. I’m worried the stress would tip me over the edge and I’d end up hurting someone or killing myself. Last night I dreamt I was at work and I hit my old boss. It was horrible. I hate that vision of myself and worse, I know it is close to reality. I suspect I wouldn’t last a week, even on part-time hours. I really don’t want to go back before I’m ready, yet I don’t know if I will ever know when I’m ready. The longer I leave it, the harder it is getting.

I am getting frustrated at being left behind and the way this illness has ruined my career. If I’d been well I’d be promoted this September. I am being left behind by my colleagues that started with me. Even worse, people that started after me and who were not as good at their job as me are being promoted ahead of me. I feel like a failure.

I fear returning to work and people’s thoughts about me. I fear the questions about my absence. I fear people’s confusion over why I’ve been in the company over 2 years, but have not been promoted to the next level. I fear people will think I’m useless because of that.

So far I’ve had some fairly negative reactions to my time off from work due to illness and that both upsets and worries me. I feel that I’ve lost people’s respect. What if I can’t find a new project because every manager is too worried about my sickness record? What if they treat me differently?

There is part of me though that is dying to go back. I want to get out of the house and start my life again. I want the freedom and independance that work will give me. I want the social life that work gave me. I want the daily routine. I want a reason to carry on. I’m fed up of this illness ruining my life. I want to go back and be better than ever.

I know that going back would not be the same. I loved my old job, but this wouldn’t be my old job. I will be working on a new project with new people. At first I will not even be on a project, which will be strange and difficult. I don’t want to return to a watered down version. A phased return would be painful for me, even though I know it is for the best. I want an exciting project and want to be in the thick of things. I don’t want to do pointless activities for the sake of it. I don’t want to be stuck in the Manchester office all the time. I don’t want to be learning how to do my job again. I am worried I just won’t be as good at it as I used to be. I am not as sharp and find everything so difficult.

When I went back to my old role for a few days last August, I found it unbearable not being able to do my old job. I found it unbearable knowing that someone else was now in control. I won’t be going back to the same project this time, so maybe that won’t be a problem, but then I’m scared about starting over again with something new.

There are also the small issues of the finance side of things. If I go back my permanent health insurance would be stopped. Initially it is complicated as I won’t be working full hours, but I’d be on some form of pro-rata pay. Also I’m currently applying for ESA. If I tried to go back to work and found I couldn’t manage it, I wouldn’t be eligible to claim again for another 28 weeks. It’s not exactly an incentive to try and go back before you are ready.

I guess we shall see what happens. I am signed off for another 6 weeks or so anyway so won’t be deciding before then. Dr G said yesterday she doesn’t think we can consider it until at least the end of September and I’m not sure I’ll be ready then. I will also have to attend an Occupational Health appointment before they let me back. OH of course might decide that I’m not well enough anyway.

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Thursday, 13th August 2009 at 12:36 pm