Loneliness Support Group
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back in 2006, I had a caseworker, with his helping reduced to once a month, and I had meds reviews, and leftover med pills----I wound up putting my little gray cat to sleep, when he was really ill. But, he seemed to be bouncing back----but the extra meds I took to try to make me feel better, made me worse, and I thought the last trip to the vet was best. Lots and lots of guilt from that.
My caseworker was no help----with him simply dropping me off at the vet, and going on his merry way. I had to call my landlord for a ride, so I wouldn't be carrying the dead cat home. Maybe a year later I saw my caseworker and two of his whatever the word/patients in a pizzeria---part of his job was to take people to lunch and stores.
Lots of other ways I could complain of this caseworker. I did yell at him, days later, though on other side of my apt door being ajar. He showed up with a smile on his face, as though my meds solve all problems.
I also got stuck with a college kid for a therapist, a couple years prior. And the mental health group I went to was mostly aimed at group therapy, with Xeroxed handouts to read. Another therapist got angry at me, for complaining about one person in group owing me money, and a couple others being heroin addicts the court sent, when I replied I didn't want to be in group therapy. Private therapy is only allowed for a year, when govt pays.
So, now I'm all alone, no mental health group help, and I'm a mess at times, but I'm able to take care of this cat, though various problems, better than his sister cat in 2006, when I was with my hometown mental health provider.
My caseworker was no help----with him simply dropping me off at the vet, and going on his merry way. I had to call my landlord for a ride, so I wouldn't be carrying the dead cat home. Maybe a year later I saw my caseworker and two of his whatever the word/patients in a pizzeria---part of his job was to take people to lunch and stores.
Lots of other ways I could complain of this caseworker. I did yell at him, days later, though on other side of my apt door being ajar. He showed up with a smile on his face, as though my meds solve all problems.
I also got stuck with a college kid for a therapist, a couple years prior. And the mental health group I went to was mostly aimed at group therapy, with Xeroxed handouts to read. Another therapist got angry at me, for complaining about one person in group owing me money, and a couple others being heroin addicts the court sent, when I replied I didn't want to be in group therapy. Private therapy is only allowed for a year, when govt pays.
So, now I'm all alone, no mental health group help, and I'm a mess at times, but I'm able to take care of this cat, though various problems, better than his sister cat in 2006, when I was with my hometown mental health provider.
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A tree outside where I live is dying, seemingly from dog urine----with the bully in my building going out his way to not only have his dog urinate there but to have the dog urinate on the fence and sign I bought to try save the tree----and then slide the sign under my apt door.Turns out that was a TRIGGER for me----bullying and humialtion right out of high school. I didn't realize it at the...
I am trying to accept that there is very little help for the mentally ill.
It is a reality where I live. My manager called the cops on me; and I spent my first time ever in the Psychiatric Ward. Caught on to the system there quickly; they throw pills at everything; including over-sedating patients so they do not have to deal with them. Understaffed; under-qualified; burnt out; or just incapable of compassion. Group therapy was held daily and consisted of what is your goal for today. It lasted 10-15 minutes. Each person stated their goal; and then we were done. Each day I stated and restated the very same goal: to have "resources" in place when I was released.
After 6 days; and three different psychiatrist I signed a form that I was released to family and friends. What family and friends? They called a taxi for me; added to my hospital bill (of course). At least the three psychiatrists I saw diagnosed my similarly. 1) PTSD 2) Major Depression. Next one: 1) Major Depression 2) PTSD Third one: 1) Complex PTSD 2) Major Depression 3) Panic Disorder. The third psychiatrist spent 45 minutes with me; while the other two talked to me about 5 minutes.
Penn: I feel empathy for you; and/but our society/government system is not set up to offer very much help (if any) to the mentally ill.
I could write a book about my 6 days in the mental ward; it was a nightmare and a dark comedy combined. They did not want to hear that I had attended college and take all the prerequisite classes to join the nursing program; ran out of tuition money; and became a Medication Aid. I told them this as they kept double dosing me; and mixing up my breathing medication. Good Grief.
It's hard finding a decent therapist as well. I feel like they're pretty cold-hearted right out of the gate. Have to find one that actually cares about helping you, not just diagnosing you, but also doesn't get too personal or attached.
Since it's been a while since your last therapist, you can probably find another one. Even if it's only for a year, so much can happen in that time. You might find some actual help sorting things out.
I'm sorry to hear about your mental "help" situation. the scumbag mental health group in my hometown has been steadily going downhill since 1980s....in 1990s a really nice therapist told me everybody was gonna get fired----so that new people could be hired for cheaper.
thanks for saying my lousy caseworker was cold and callous----he's probably that and too stupid to know better. ANYBODY CAN BECOME A CASEWORKER----a couple years before I was watching tv ads looking for...practically anybody...to live and work in a group home; I was thinking of trying that, but I had 3 cats.
your psychiatrists, even if they stood and talked to you for five minutes while you and others were making something in art class probably got billed 50 dollars----which is the sort of itemized bill I got from 2003 mental ward.
(mike, in carbon county, pa)
my caseworker's job was mostly to help me figure out bills, and drive me to stores....he worked in a eyeglass shop, prior, as far as I know.
my allegedly scumbag caseworker kept on going on and on how I should return to my local drop-in, despite that place having real lowlifes who like to yell at people; my caseworker didn't want to hear that----but me saying my cat was sick and MAYBE dying went into one of this stupid ears and right out the other stupid ear.
the therapist I had for a year, was a college kid, not yet out of college....my local mental health group is pretty much a baby sitter unit for all the drug dealers and thieves who get sent there after they do their couple months in jail.
the drug dispensing psychiatrist was always somebody from a 3rd world country who would spend their required? 6 months stuck in my hillbilly town, and then find greener pastures.
$500 dollar an hour park avenue psychiatrists----that's what everybody could use.
(mike, in carbon county, pa)