I called an abused women’s organization and left a number on their machine about possibly finding a therapist. The message said I could expect a call back within 48 hours, which is totally reasonable and good to know.
The next morning I got a call back, before they even said they’d call. So no waiting and wondering if my message got lost, or in my case, if they didn’t like the sound of my voice and decided not to call me back 🙂 .
I talked to a woman for about fifteen minutes just generally about what they offer and what my options are. They offer free therapy, but their waiting list is actually full at the moment, but she said they will be hiring another person, I should try back again.
Then they have various groups, one of which is ‘open’, so she signed me up for that. It’s not a therapy group, but more of a cross between and information group and support. I thought I might as well check that out.
Then they also have a mindfulness group, for which there is a waiting list, but I’m on that waiting list now.
Altogether this woman was extremely nice and open. Not a trace of condescension throughout the call either. She just treated me like a competent human being looking for information. Which I am. I have been so condescended to by the medical system that this was such a pleasant contrast to that.
So far, I’m appreciating the lower key, ‘unofficial’ type organizations a lot more than our massive health care monster. Treating people who happen to be suffering as exactly that, people who happen to be suffering, not as ‘other’, is so helpful.
I’m starting to wonder if anyone with any resources at all actually uses the paid-for mental health services offered here, or if they simply go right to private therapy. The doctor-driven care seems so busy handing out band-aids that really don’t help.
Art: Louise Lauzon, Red.