Therapist At A Respite Home Who Wouldn't Give Me Just A Little Advice

[MainerMikeBrown]

Back in 2008, I was dealing with severe anxiety, which caused me to become rather depressed. I was tired of dealing with uncontrollable and unpleasant anxiety much of the time.

That year, I had been hospitalized more than once. And one time that year I stayed at what's called a respite home. It was a place for me to stay since I was feeling emotionally unstable...but not to the point where I needed to be hospitalized once again.

While I was there, a therapist/social worker who was employed at the home wanted to talk to me about what my symptoms were and to ask me a few questions.

After I told her, I asked her if she could do a little bit of therapy with me for just a few minutes. I merely wanted a little bit of advice from a counselor to help me cope a little bit better with my anxiety and depression issues that day.

She told me that I should talk to my outpatient therapist instead, that I should wait for my psychiatric medications to start working first, and that she didn't think any advice she could give at that point would help me.

I agreed that her giving me a little bit of advice wasn't going to make a huge difference in how I felt at the time. But all I was looking for was just a small bit of advice to help me just a little.

However, she still wouldn't give me any advice until I kept asking her for advice several times.

Afterwards I was thinking that I wasn't too impressed with her.

The reason I was staying at the respite home was so I could stay in a safe environment and get on new medications. It wasn't meant to be a place where I'd be getting intense psychotherapy or anything like that. And I understood that. But still, all I was looking for was a little bit of therapy for a small amount of emotional relief from this lady.

What was wrong with that?

 

[Guitarist41]

A Dr doesn’t mean they give a s***, most of them don’t actually. The majority of time it is up to us. WE are the ones who must be our own therapy, our own safe haven, prayer, calm, and a sense of understanding that no matter what, anxiety will eventually slow down, or stop.
I had ONE doctor who I felt really care about me. Like a sister. She was loved by all of her patients, and is the kind of woman that she would do anything to help. She’s no longer practicing family medicine, basically because they didn’t want her to take time with the patients, but to just spend 5 minutes, here’s your prescription, and see you in a few months. She refused to do that, and now just does urgent care a few days a month.