Thursday, May 10, 2007
7:50 AM
You looked like you wanted to pound a punching bag. Bam! Bam! Bam!
Those were the first words a receptionist told me about how I looked after my session with my therapist last week. I knew I had been angry, but I didn't know it showed.
Yesterday's session went better than I thought it would. My therapist asked what I wanted to talk about that day. I said that after last week I felt we should close my case. She said she knew I had been angry when I left her office, and she was sorry for the way things went, but she had no choice. I told her I had been angry for the entire week, and that before I went to her office yesterday I had heard from friends and relatives who told me to be cautious, calm, and not to get angry. They had all been concerned that I would be locked up for the time being.
I was told that I would not be dropped immediately. I'm going to be phased out over a period of two to three months. I'll see my therapist next week, then we'll skip three weeks, and for the next two months I will see her every other week. The month after that I'll see her after another three weeks, so that she can determine how things are going with me. If she feels I need more time she will try and work that out.
After I have finished working with my therapist on a one-to-one basis, she will give me some options as to what I can do from there. They may include taking other group classes, looking for some type of at-home job, or how and where I can find other resources for getting additional help. Then we are to say our goodbyes to one another.
Following my session with her, and while I was waiting for my ride to pick me up, I ran into some other people who work in the clinic. When they inquired as to how I was doing, I told them they would not have to be bothered with me much longer because I had been told that some of the supervisors wanted me to leave. They were shocked. One made me aware that I could file a grievance. Another said he would look into the situation and try to find out what was going on. A third person, who I had not been talking to, edged over to where he could overhear what I was saying to the others. That was okay since I knew he could not keep his mouth shut and most of the office would know about what was going on by today. That should stir things up!
All things considered, that had been a productive afternoon. I let my therapist know how I had been feeling, as well as informing other workers there that I would soon be leaving. While my actions won't change the final outcome, it might cause enough questions among the staff to make those in charge of the clinic a little uncomfortable.
I feel good about how I handled myself yesterday. And no matter how or when I leave there for the last time, the supervisors and other people in charge of the clinic might think twice before stabbing another person in the back!
A Daily Thought:
It never occurs to me that there are things I can't do. -Whoopi Goldberg
7:50 AM
You looked like you wanted to pound a punching bag. Bam! Bam! Bam!
Those were the first words a receptionist told me about how I looked after my session with my therapist last week. I knew I had been angry, but I didn't know it showed.
Yesterday's session went better than I thought it would. My therapist asked what I wanted to talk about that day. I said that after last week I felt we should close my case. She said she knew I had been angry when I left her office, and she was sorry for the way things went, but she had no choice. I told her I had been angry for the entire week, and that before I went to her office yesterday I had heard from friends and relatives who told me to be cautious, calm, and not to get angry. They had all been concerned that I would be locked up for the time being.
I was told that I would not be dropped immediately. I'm going to be phased out over a period of two to three months. I'll see my therapist next week, then we'll skip three weeks, and for the next two months I will see her every other week. The month after that I'll see her after another three weeks, so that she can determine how things are going with me. If she feels I need more time she will try and work that out.
After I have finished working with my therapist on a one-to-one basis, she will give me some options as to what I can do from there. They may include taking other group classes, looking for some type of at-home job, or how and where I can find other resources for getting additional help. Then we are to say our goodbyes to one another.
Following my session with her, and while I was waiting for my ride to pick me up, I ran into some other people who work in the clinic. When they inquired as to how I was doing, I told them they would not have to be bothered with me much longer because I had been told that some of the supervisors wanted me to leave. They were shocked. One made me aware that I could file a grievance. Another said he would look into the situation and try to find out what was going on. A third person, who I had not been talking to, edged over to where he could overhear what I was saying to the others. That was okay since I knew he could not keep his mouth shut and most of the office would know about what was going on by today. That should stir things up!
All things considered, that had been a productive afternoon. I let my therapist know how I had been feeling, as well as informing other workers there that I would soon be leaving. While my actions won't change the final outcome, it might cause enough questions among the staff to make those in charge of the clinic a little uncomfortable.
I feel good about how I handled myself yesterday. And no matter how or when I leave there for the last time, the supervisors and other people in charge of the clinic might think twice before stabbing another person in the back!
A Daily Thought:
It never occurs to me that there are things I can't do. -Whoopi Goldberg
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