captainhook

So I did go back to CMH, actually I called them rather than risk another encounter like the first time. I waited a day until I shook off the wtf feeling from the guard. So heres what happened. My doctor is longer there due to state cutbacks in there funding. When he left my file was closed so I was told I would have to go through reassessment again to see if they could help me. Note the word could, not would help me.

Im thinking, great, lets just get this over with. Some lady asks me a bunch of questions. Are you taking drugs or alcohol? Do you here voices, that sort of think. Then we get to the last two questions, which really determined if they were going to see me. Are you suicidal or homicidal? I say no. Do you have insurance? Again I say no. The lady pauses for a second or two then tells me I dont qualify for their assistance. If she had just asked me if I had insurance first I wouldnt have had to answer the other questions. Thats all she wanted to know.

For my part Im laying on my bed listening to this stunned. I had been going there on and off for almost 6 years. Thats where my shrink was, Id go see him every 3 to four month wed talk and he would write me prescriptions. Id spent many of those years seeing a therapist on a weekly basiss. And now because I didnt have insurance and didnt want to kill myself or someone else I no longer qualify.

The lady I talked to gave me some numbers to call for places that would see me. She cheerfully told me that they all had a sliding scale for their fees since I dont have insurance. I havent called any of them yet.

Im still having nightly panic attacks. That sucks, to say the least. I havent put in very many applications this week but I did get my resume finished. Im making progress a little bit at a time and thats better then lying in bed all day.

Ill get to where Im going; it just might take a while.