Some of you may remember that way back in January after my first psychiatric admission, my psychiatrist referred me for DBT run by my local public hospital. After many months of not hearing from them, yesterday I clutched in my hand the first correspondence from them since April 1. I opened the envelope, wondering whether perhaps they were finally going to offer me a place in their DBT program. But no, starting the program after only eight months of waiting would be asking far too much. Instead, the contents of the letter told me this:
Another 6-12 months before I may get a chance to do the DBT program. That’s good to know. Perhaps I haven’t been annoying enough. After all, I haven’t called to chase them up on it and I’ve only ended up in their Emergency Department once this year.
The ‘list of some other services you may wish to access’ included this. He even took the time to enclose a short hand written note:
Also enclosed is information about various other mental health services offered in my city. One of which I’ve already been referred to for their social anxiety group. I haven’t heard from that service either. According to the enclosed information sheet, they only have capacity in their ‘worry group’ at the moment which would ‘suit the GAD person’. Attending a group therapy program entitled ‘worry group’? No thanks.
Other services listed include those for mothers and fathers in the postnatal stage, relationship counselling and family services. Yes. Very relevant to me.
Lol. I think all that’s left to do right now is just laugh at how pathetically inadequate mental health services are. Which is better than the alternate, which is to cry about how I’m never going to get the proper help to get better. Not with mental health services how they are at current anyway.