My last post was that I found a therapist in my neighborhood that looked like a good match. We sat for 50 minutes, mostly with me filling out forms, giving insurance info and me handing over a $40.00 cash copay. We touched on my CSA issues briefly and also that I am in a 12-step program (19 months clean) and could use assistance in my 4th and 5th step, which is essentially dumping all the crap from my youth - the fears - the angers - my role and my responsibility for the garbage I've created as an adult.
I thought the meeting went well and was encouraged. We made a date to start our sessions.
Then I went to the West Coast from a 10 day vacation.
On day 2, she leaves a voice mail message on my cellphone that she does not "do trauma AND recovery cases."
Now I'm on my own again. It put me in such a funk that the tears came and I finally told my partner, in a truncated version, of what my dad did to me, the "Sandusky Effect", and what the call was about.
Then I refused to let it ruin my vacation.
Finding therapists is so f__king hard!!!!
She should at least give me my 40 clams back for wasting my time, and her decision to not treat me could have been made on the spot. I think the real reason was the shock of what my insurance company was going to pay her. She gets $200.00 an hour. Un-f'ing-believable.
Edited by ksequoia (12/13/11 09:58 AM)
Edit Reason: spelling