A Trip To The Mental Heaalth Clinic

 Monday, January 26, 2009 – 8:25 P.M.  I went for what was supposed to have been a family meeting at the mental health clinic today. Neither my brother nor psychologist could make it. My sister was not asked to attend. That left my social worker (Dale) and me to work on some things.   Since the girl (Karey) who was here last week was still on my mind, we discussed that situation. I told my sister about her yesterday, and she became livid with anger. She, Dale, and my PCP, each told me never to let Karey back into my apartment, and if she somehow got into it, I needed to call the police immediately.   Following that discussion, we talked about my lack of trust toward both my brother and sister. Dale said we needed to continue working on that in the future.   When I talked on the phone with my brother this morning, he suggested I go ahead and schedule another appointment, saying that there were “several things” he wanted to bring up. I told Dale about this and said I felt like asking my brother what he had in mind. Dale said not to do that because he wanted to see everyone’s reaction. I decided to go along with that.