Trying not to get too wound up over this but it's difficult...
I've had a second cancellation for my next psych appointment. The first cancellation wasn't too bad as it was rescheduled for two hours later in the day. Then I receive another letter the following week informing me it's been rescheduled for fucking November!
This wouldn't be so bad, but at my last appointment I received a pretty life-changing diagnosis and worked out a plan for me to start treatment. I was told the next appointment would be in six weeks time if at all possible, which initially it was. Well, seven-and-a-half weeks, but that's better than November.
I know that there's a heavy burden on mental health services and there are plenty of people in far worse immediate circumstances than myself. Effectively though, I've been left hanging with a heavy diagnosis, no medication and no way forward until mid-autumn. Sucks royally, so it does.
I know this is just a quirk of the booking system or an oversight, but the way my mind works I tend to interpret these things as "we don't give a shit about you". Which is not what I need just after being told "you're crazy". Not in so many words, like.
I'm sure my appointment would be treated as a priority were I to go out and hurt somebody or overdose. Not that I'm about to do either (sorry), but it does make you think.
Fuck you, booking-person. I'm going to eat your ugly babies.
