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Therapy Non-Assessment…
So I actually posted this a couple of days ago in a rush and then realised it wasn’t really finished and didn’t make much sense so pulled it. It seems plenty of you have actually read it anyway as google appears to have cached it. That’s nice of google isn’t it? dammit.
I have been trying to write about the assessment on 3rd September since it happened, but I don’t really know what to say because it didn’t really happen. Hence the “non-assessment” in the title.
The psychologist who was meant to be assessing me found out a few days before that she will be moved out of the team soon and therefore she won’t be taking on any further case-load. When I arrived, she asked me if I wanted to bother with the appointment at all as I will have to go back onto the waiting list and be reassessed when a new therapist is available. As I’d already made the effort to get to the appointment and my lift wasn’t due for another hour, I decided I might as well stay. Why they didn’t just phone me before and cancel I don’t know, but the psychologist suggested we had a chat about what “is going on for me now” and how therapy might be able to help me.
Talking about my current “needs and problems” was pretty difficult as I don’t know what they are. So much has changed and happened since I was initially referred over a year ago. Enough has happened since I was assessed by a psychologist in January too. I don’t know how much she knew of my notes, so I didn’t know where to start. There is too much to cover, so I just tried to focus on the present. The problem with the present is that there isn’t all that much going on.
She asked me what I hoped to achieve or what I want from therapy. I have always found this a hard question to answer, but I really don’t know any more. When I was really low, my answer was always just to feel better. Not exactly an easy task or one that had any obvious answers. Now I have even less idea what I want.
The fact that things have improved so much since introducing the reboxetine has left me wondering if I need therapy any more. The success of the reboxetine does suggest that my depression was mainly down to a chemical problem, so maybe therapy won’t be that helpful?
I do conceed though that although I may be feeling a lot better, that doesn’t mean there aren’t things I should be looking at. I am aware of things that do make me more susceptible to depression and other issues that exacerbate my mood when I am low, so I do want to try and address those. Only thing is, I don’t know where to start. I find it hard to remember what I was thinking and how things really were when I was so ill. I look at some of the things I wrote back in January and I wonder if I was delusional. My thoughts back then make so little sense to me now. How do I try and tackle those things if they’re no longer fresh in my mind? How can I make sense of thoughts that made so much sense then and so little sense now?
I hate the fact that Dr M judged me so quickly on how I was back then and I still wonder if she has changed her view since. She wanted to wait for the therapy assessment to discuss my diagnosis, but it seems I will have to wait longer for that too. I wanted to bring this up with the psychologist, but I was too scared. I am curious to know what a psychologist would think of me now that I’m thinking a little clearer and acting a little more like myself. Would they still be so quick to want to slap on a PD label or would they try to get to know me a bit better first? I don’t think I want to go back to the argument of diagnonsense though. I am not sure the label matters at the moment and it may be best to leave alone. Questioning things only seems to lead to more problems.
I managed to bring up some of the issues I know I need to discuss with her, but there were a few things that I didn’t know how to broach. It’s really hard to just open up to someone you’ve only met for five minutes and I do wonder how they expect us to do this on demand. The world of mental health assessments is a strange one. I don’t know how she is going to react or what she might think if I’m honest about some things, so it is quite hard to know how much to say. We didn’t talk about my past really or anything in depth, but I know I will have to again at some point.
We talked a bit about what therapy I’d had in the past and what kind of therapy I think might help in future. She was quite impressed by the range of therapy I’d experienced at The Priory, my understanding of therapy techniques and the list of things I’d tried to work on in the groups. I pointed out that a lot of it had been helpful in helping me manage things, although it didn’t really feel it at the time. When you’re really ill, therapy really isn’t helpful, but a lot of what I learnt back then has been more use as I’ve been recovering. I did point out though that although I’ve done a lot of therapy it has always been limited. We were scared to look at anything in too much depth, because we never knew when the funding would end and it seemed too risky to dig too deep and potentially leave things hanging.
We both recognised that intellectally I understand a lot of what is wrong, but sometimes in practice, especially emotionally, it doesn’t always help to know that. I can understand the cycles and can even intervene with the thoughts and behaviours, but somehow it doesn’t seem to change the way I feel. If anything, intellectualising things can actually complicate matters, because I end up getting frustrated that I feel no different, even though I try to do all the things that “should help”. With this in mind, she said a psychodynamic/psychoanalytical approach would probably be more helpful as she didn’t want me to intellectualise things too much. Dr G always said this too, so I was expecting that. She thought that CBT is probably not going to help, because of the risk I’d intellectualise things too much and would avoid connecting with things more emotionally. I am glad about this as I feared that I would just be offered a short course of CBT, which often seems to be the only therapy on offer. She seemed to agree though with my general assessment of CBT. I think it can be useful for some people, particularly those with milder, usually reactionary, depression, stress and anxiety-related problems, but for anything more complex it’s often a waste of time or can even make things worse. I always get fed up of the assumption that CBT will fix all my problems and if it doesn’t then it is my fault. The NHS, politicans and everyone else seems so fixated on CBT and how it can be the answer to all mental health issues. Although I agree that therapy can be important, CBT isn’t the only therapy out there. It is not a panacea. It doesn’t work for everyone and in my experience it doesn’t really help me.
We talked about what kind of person I would feel best working with. I pointed out that I generally find it easier to talk to and prefer to work with men, but we also recognised that it might be good to challenge that by seeing a female therapist, especially as I think that my relationship with my mother is definitely one that needs to be looked at. She said some motherly transference may be helpful! I find that thought a little scary and I’m not sure I want to go there, but she may have a point. She mentioned that someone is due back from maternity in November who might be suitable, but she wasn’t sure what was happening with all the service changes.
It seems that the therapy service for our local Mental Health Trust is out to tender. It could be taken on by another part of the NHS or a private company, but at the moment it basically means there isn’t really a service at all. A lot of the therapists are being transferred to other parts of the trust and the waiting lists are just getting longer. They hope it will bring about improvements in the long term, but it’s not really helping me. They expect to take on new therapists when the future of the service is decided, but how long that is going to take seems to be anyone’s guess. The psychologist warned me that because of the changes it may well be January before someone will come available to assess me properly, so it is unlikely that I will receive therapy now for another 6 months.
Towards the end of the session we talked for a bit about the failings of the NHS, specifically around the provision of therapy. She agreed that IAPT is making it harder for people with more severe conditions or complex issues to access therapy. Money is being diverted towards CBT at the expense of other forms of therapy. IAPT specifically focusses on providing CBT for people with mild depression and anxiety, which is all well and good, but it is doing so at the expense of others. Potential new therapists are tending to go into CBT because that’s where the money is, so it’s only going to cause bigger shortages and problems in future. I read something recently that said that a lot of money in the NHS is wasted on catering for the “worried well” and I think that this probably applies to the provision of CBT too. If someone hints of showing signs of stress or depression, there’s a good chance now they will be referred for a short course of CBT, so that the NHS can claim that they are offering people “talking therapies” over medication in more cases and that they are meeting targets to make therapy more accessible. These cases will skew the stats and will make it easier to ignore the smaller number of people with more severe or enduring problems that are waiting for therapy even longer.
Anyway, after all that, we did agree that we’d meet one more time to discuss in more depth what my aims may be and what I want from a therapist. She said if I’m going to have to wait a while longer yet, I may as well make myself a shopping list for what I want from therapy and my therapist! Quite a good idea I think, although how much my requests will be honoured is anyone’s guess. I may as well make use of the appointment time whilst I’ve got it though and maybe she can give me some idea of where to start. I see her again on Friday, so fingers crossed it will be helpful in some way.
I am pretty disappointed by the whole thing though. Not only because I will be waiting much longer and I got my hopes up about this assessment, but because I think I probably could have worked with her. It’s a shame she is being moved elsewhere and I will have to see someone else. The whole system is a total failure and I’m fed up of it.
Back in time…
It felt very strange to see DP again yesterday. It was like going back in time.
On my way there I was trying to remember what he looked like, but all that came to mind was the fact he was bald. When I got to the therapy centre, it took me a minute or two to recognise the building. It kinda made me realise how fuzzy my memory is of last year. I still blame ECT.
Memories started to come back though. Silly things like waiting in the kitchen until he was ready, taking off your shoes (both of us without undoing them!) and the blue sofas lined up against the wall.
We didn’t dwell on the paperwork. CORE outcome measure form and a couple of consent forms and that was it. A pleasant contrast to last week’s 50 minute form filling marathon!
Then of course he turned to me and asked me to start. I knew he would sit there in silence for the full hour if necessary, so it didn’t take me long to get going. I had taken notes with me, hoping I could update him on the last 18 months quickly without having to say anything. Sadly he wanted me to talk over things myself. I kinda knew that was coming.
I went over the main points. Last summer, The Priory, February’s overdose, ECT, Bipolar diagnosis and since. All the stuff I’ve been over a million times now. I can’t really remember, but I don’t think he said much at this point. He never did say much. I think he was a little shocked though.
The conversation moved onto what use the sessions are going to be. He seemed doubtful as to whether there was any point in working together for only four sessions. I explained the theory – that it would give me a little support in the interim and help me identify areas to work on long-term, but I am not sure he agreed. I am wondering if he just doesn’t want to work with me again. I am worried that I might have scared him off. I don’t know. I feel quite paranoid about it all.
We talked about how things are now. He asked what the current situation was care-wise, family-wise etc. I filled in some gaps. We talked about my mood too and that being what it is at the moment we got onto the question of self-harm and suicide. I think he was a little concerned and possibly a little panicked. I do wonder if he is used to dealing with this, but then surely most people in therapy have considered such things?
He pointed out that my risk level means I am a “red flag” client and he will need to talk to the EAP about whether or not we should continue. I remembered this from last time. I was a red flag last year and I’m not sure there has been a time since when that status would have been lifted. I am wondering if he is using this as a way to escape me. The other EAP therapist didn’t bring it up, but nothing has changed really when it comes to risk levels. I pointed out that the EAP were aware of my situation when they took me on this time and I hope that means it won’t be a problem, but he said he still wanted to talk to them.
He asked me about a verbal contract too. He wanted me to give my assurance that I won’t do anything to harm myself whilst I am seeing him for therapy. A repeat of the request from the EAP counsellor really. I struggled to give it, not because I have plans to do anything, but for other reasons. I think part of the reason is not wanting the added guilt. The guilt I get from wanting to break those assurances, because the suicidal thoughts are still so strong. I feel bad for even having the thoughts. I guess my reluctance is also to do with the fact I don’t trust myself any more and don’t see the point if I can break my promise. I had given my assurance to people I wouldn’t act when I made the attempt back in February and it wasn’t enough. I have assured myself enough times that I shouldn’t act, yet it wasn’t enough in the end. There have been other times though that making a promise to someone has been enough to make me think more than twice, so maybe it is worth it.
Towards the end we talked about next steps.
He thinks I should be getting more NHS support at the moment. I think he may be right, but I wonder what support there is. What point is there in the crisis team? I’m perpetually in crisis and I don’t think it would be helpful. What point is there in contacting the CMHT or asking for a urgent psych appointment? Useless social worker, J is on holiday and Dr D didn’t know what to do with me when I saw him last month anyway. What point is there in bothering Dr N any more than I already do? He has nothing more to offer me.
As we finished up, DP told me to email or text if I need to, which I am grateful for. I guess the fact he offered that option shows he cares and is trying to help. He certainly didn’t have to.
Overall the session was hard work and quite strange, but I left feeling relieved. I think it was helpful. I don’t know though. It is hard to tell.
In other news, today I had a phone call from the therapist I saw last week wondering where I was. The EAP had forgotten to contact him to say I wouldn’t be seeing him again. I wish I’d cancelled myself now, but I just didn’t know what to say. I feel bad that he was waiting for me. I hope the EAP pay him for the mix-up!
Discharge…
So it is official. I am being discharged from The Priory by Dr G. I contacted her yesterday about the outcomes of my NHS appointment and her secretary called me back to say she will sort out the discharge paperwork and copy all my notes to send over to the CMHT. I knew it was coming, but it was still a little weird to know the decision has been made and put into action.
I am really going to miss her support. In a couple of days it will be a year since I first met her and a lot has happened in that year. She has been there through everything and has done her best to help. I wouldn’t be here by now if it wasn’t for her. On many an occasion my promise to her to keep going has stopped me acting. I am not going to say I’m grateful for that, because I still wish I wasn’t here, but I am sure my family are grateful.
Mood wise I’ve come back down from last week. Things started to calm down on Friday and by the weekend I was back to numb, monotonous depression. I’m missing the buzz from last week and disappointed that the promise of hypomania hasn’t been fulfilled, but in a way I am glad it is over. Impulsivity is always a real risk when I am wired like that. The flat depression isn’t fun either though. I am so bloody bored of feeling like this. Able to function, but wishing I wasn’t. Stuck in some kinda half-existence, where I go through the motions but feel so little and care even less. In a way it is better to feel worse, because at least then you are feeling something.
Today I was interviewed for local radio. Next week they are focussing on mental health in the run up to World Mental Health day on 10th October. The BBC came to Creative Remedies this afternoon as they want to feature the scheme on one of the shows. I was a little surprised when the staff asked if they could interview me. I had no idea what I was going to say, but managed to get through it and hopefully with a little editing I will sound half-coherent. I’m not quite sure why the outreach team picked me as I’ve not been going for long, but I guess I come across as fairly confident and talkative in sessions, where as a lot of people are quiet and reserved.
The team were asking me about ideas for advertising and improving the scheme. There are a lot of things they could do with it so it will be interesting to see how things go and what suggestions get implemented. They also want to set up a website about the sessions and to have somewhere to display our work. Of course I have experience in that area, so it looks like I’m going to work on that with P, one of the outreach workers. I think the team are quite keen to make use of my skills!
Not much else to report. Life goes on.
Pathways to Work…
A couple of days ago I got a letter from the local jobcentre asking me to come in for a “Pathways to Work” interview in two weeks time. The Pathways to Work scheme is designed to get people of incapacity benefits (IB or ESA) and back into work. It is geared at people who do not have jobs and the support offered is all about work experience, improving skills and finding a job. For someone who already has a job but is just too unwell to work, this is obviously a complete waste of time.
The literature that came with the letter was even more frustrating. There were a number of “success stories” of disabled people who had successfully got into work through the Pathways to Work scheme. The disappointing thing was all of these people had got minimum wage jobs in local supermarkets, washing dishes in kitchens or working in DIY stores. There were no teachers, lawyers or accountants. No doctors, nurses or IT consultants. No one was in a managerial position. Everyone was in a basic entry-level role, with few prospects for career progression and no doubt earning very little. I know for some people, a job in a supermarket is a massive achievement, but for many it is a massive step down. Not everyone on incapacity benefit has had a poor education or learning difficulties. Some of these people are highly intelligent, highly employable and have been previously very successful until they became ill or disabled. Surely these leaflets are not providing a positive image of disability? The leaflets should be saying, “look, you’re disabled but that doesn’t mean you can’t be successful and get a great job”. Instead they seem to say, “Oh, you’re disabled so you are obviously only capable of stacking shelves in a supermarket”. It is as if disabled people aren’t worthy of aspirations and successful careers.
This poor image of disability is reinforced by the services offered. Improve your CV. Training opportunities to improve your skills and employability. Work placements and buddy schemes. Money for attending job interviews. All of these things suggest that disabled people aren’t employable and need all the help they can get to find a job. Disabled people clearly aren’t capable of thinking for themselves and writing their own CVs. It may be true that in the current climate everyone looking for a job needs help, but this all seems very patronising and demeaning.
The other impression you get from the leaflets was the familiar story that people on incapacity benefit should just pull themselves together and get to work. There was a real sense of the Government’s displeasure about people being on disability benefits. On the first page it states that Pathways to Work is a key part of the Government’s plans to get one million people off incapacity benefits by 2015. Is it really feasible that one million people will recover from their disabilities? In theory it would be great if one million people became well enough to get back into work, but to me, the answer is not Pathways to Work. The answer is improved health care; quicker access to therapy for mental health patients, shorter waiting times for knee or hip joint replacements, more research into treatment for conditions like fibromyalgia, MS and chronic fatigue syndrome. People need successful treatment and support that will help them to recover and manage their condition. Help finding a job or gaining work experience isn’t going to make them well. Yes, working can improve well being and confidence, but for many it is just not an option.
Urgh…
I feel awful. I don’t know why, but my mood has dropped like a stone.
I saw Dr G this afternoon. I didn’t really know what to say to her. I just said that my week had been “more of the same”, but she tried to probe further and wanted me to tell her how I actually felt. For some reason I didn’t feel able to. I was just vague and didn’t know how to explain things. She asked me about my suicidality. All the way there I’d been thinking about how I could still do it at any point if the opportunity presented itself. Suicide was on my mind. Yet when asked, I played things down. I said that the thoughts were still there, but that some of the time they aren’t as strong as they have been. I said that, when only a few minutes before seeing her they were as loud as ever.
I think most people would be surprised at my suicidality, even now. I suspect that most people think I wouldn’t do it now as I’ve managed to resist for so long. I suspect that most people think things are improving and I am on the way to recovery. The reality is though I am kept safe and if I wasn’t, I’d be long gone.
In some ways maybe I am on the way to recovery. Lamotrigine has been the first medication to not make me worse, and maybe with time it will make things better. My concentration has improved a little and I’ve started to read again, something I wondered if I’d ever do again. I am usually not grappling with the most extremes of my mood any more, although I still have my moments. There are enough encouraging signs to give Dr G and others some hope.
The problem is it is not enough and I still feel hopeless. In many ways I’m still as ill as ever. I could give up on these signs of recovery at any point. I could and probably would end it all given the chance. It may not work and then I’d be back to where I was last February, but I’m certainly willing to take that risk. I don’t care that I may get better. At the moment things aren’t good enough to want to survive.
I am still not sleeping – rarely getting more than a few hours. Dr G has decided that it’s worth trying Melatonin (Circadin). I need to see Dr N to get the script. I hope it helps. Anything is worth a try.
We also talked about how we are going to manage things until I see the NHS. I will continue to see Dr G for now, but I will probably have to be passed over following my appointment with Dr B (or her team) in September (if I make it that far :S). Something I am not overly keen on.
I wish all this could be over. *sigh*