Through the entire process of working on my problems, I am continually surprised. My most recent encounter has me absolutely floored. Let me paint the picture before I go to deep. The first few meetings there were several topics brought up that were normally off limits, politics and religion. Normally, I’ve never talked about those two areas in therapy. This most recent therapists it was brought up in almost every meeting. The first meeting with her…. She was talking about she thinks these are the end of days. The first thing that goes through my mind - “Why in the hell are you doing therapy if you think it’s the end of days?”
Jun 26, 2022
While the title says a lot, there is a fairly good story to go with this. While it was VERY apparent that I wasn’t able to be at work for me. I wasn’t able to convince my current doctor that I needed to be written back out. There was no reason for him not to write the note, as it would have saved a lot of hassle for me. Since he didn’t write the note, I spent the following 4 months answering questions, phone calls, and such explaining what kind of condition I was in.
Feb 8, 2021
Well, the title says a lot….. Thinking back on the whole process, it was a blessing that I went from Copestone to IOP. IOP ended up giving me tools that I didn’t even know I needed, until they were talking about them. FYI : I will be pursuing getting some of most of the content from the IOP program I went through, into the school systems. Anyways, back to the topic at hand. A nice woman came and saw me a few times in Copestone, which was the boarding process to get into the IOP program. There were a few of us that were the first ones to go through the process, so they were still figuring a few things out with us. Over all, the IOP program was a good experience.
Jan 9, 2021
First of all, I’m glad I went into Copestone, it was what I needed at the time…….. With that being said, I will dive into the details…. When I was checking myself into Copestone, a mental ward in Mission Hospital, I went to the ER. I told them that I’m needing to be kept and my psychiatrist said that I was a danger to myself. This goes along with suicidal ideations, and this is something serious that needed immediate action. I remember when I was taken back, I was put in a small room. I’m thinking it was like a 5’x5' room, with a lot of stuff in it, and one seat. I was so anxious, I was pacing back and forth, uncontrollably. After about 20 minutes (or what I thought was 20 minutes), I made my way out the door of the hospital and called for a ride. About the time my ride was showing up, a nurse comes out and convinces me to come back in, just for a minute. I was promised I could come back out. When I made it back to the room, I had left, I was met with two security guards. At that point, I was stripped down and searched for weapons and objects, I was allowed to have my boxers, shorts (with no string), shirt, and socks. Everything else was taken from me. Then I was escorted to a holding area, that I was suppose to have a tele-health visit with a doctor to decide what to do with me.
Sep 12, 2020