Hey all...I didn't forget about any of you...just been really busy!!!! So, I went to the Psychiatrist that the Bariatric Center has. It was weird....I've got a real bad opinion of most therapists/head doctors. The one I saw at Plainfield (both the therapist and the psychiatrist) were wonderful but this one at Fletcher Allen is one of the coldest I've been to so far. She was really formal...almost at times making me feel like I didn't deserve the surgery...like I didn't belong there. She kept asking me about the depression. Somehow on the questionnaire at the beginning (the introduction) I put on that I was looking forward to weight loss alleviating some of the depression I was feeling. She kept bringing up this factor.
Look, I'm not some idiot....I'm pretty aware that my depression will never be cured. But when I'm healthier (and I have been before) and more active....I'm suffer from less of the symptoms of the depression that sometimes overtakes my life. She asked me THREE times if I hurt myself. It was ridiculous how she made me feel. I know that she probably deals with a million ME's in a year but I don't CARE....it made me angry...hell, it still makes me angry!!!! She is going to call the therapist I've seen once. I feel judged....and its impeding my excitement about this process.
I meet with the surgeon and the nutritionist Friday morning. I'm excited about this but this nagging feeling in the back of my brain is completely bogging me down.....that this woman may make a decision about my mental well-being that will halt my progress. I don't know how to handle this...I don't how to make it better. Any ideas?
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