Son of a Biscuit Eater

My current therapist, the biscuit eating bastard that’s leaving, said he’ll have evening hours until whenever that changes and that he can see me in the evenings still. I said I didn’t like the up in the air type arrangement and that it would be good to go ahead and switch me over now than to drag this out. So he’ll check with a few therapists at his office to see who accepts my insurance and who doesn’t. I told him I don’t want to see a female therapist. I have too many issues with women to see a female therapist. So he suggested Dr. G directly across the hall from him. There are 3 DID clients that I know of at my clinic and Dr. G works with one of them so I think he’s a good candidate.

I’m not taking it very well that Dr. T is leaving. For two or three minutes I feel okay and then an overwhelming sadness hits me. I’m trying to do maintenance now and I’m trying not to reach the over the top anger I feel myself leaning towards. This means no Blossom this week end. I have a few things I need to do but other than that there are not fun plans. I need to get a few prints out in the mail and make sure I eat something healthy…oh, and take meds…stuff like that.

I may be hit and miss on line. I should check my email sometime today. I haven’t since yesterday afternoon. I should do that……

That’s all,

Joan

Friday, June 22, 2007 9:15AM EST

5 Responses to “Son of a Biscuit Eater”


  • Best wishes as you slog through this transition. Hope some bits of light (and good food and sleep and fun and such) pop up here and there, and stay safe.

  • Geez, I feel for you with this psychotherapy stuff. If you have a chance ck out my blog and my post “The Psychotherapy Mess”. It truly was a MESS.
    Take care.

  • Hi Joan,
    I don’t do well with change either. I feel for you. It’s so hard to find a good doctor, or a good therapist, and then to have to change…damn! Sounds like Dr. G is a good candidate, though, on the positive side. Stay strong.

  • You know, I lost my therapist last October. And, quite frankly, I was devastated. But, it worked out to be a blessing because I am much happier with my new therapist and making the kind of progress I never could have made with my old T. I hope the best for you in your situation.

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