Oh. Woah. So apparently my psychiatrist, Dr T, has taken over as the new Director of the Eating Disorders Program at TH Clinic, where I was inpatient a couple of months ago. I learnt this through Facebook stalking those whom I met in hospital during that time.
I’ve begun worrying about the implications this will have on us outpatients. Will she cut back on the number of her case loads? Will she then have less time for us? Anxiety has also started settling in. Fears of being abandoned and people not being there when I need them. Exacerbated by a remark made by my psychologist last week when she revealed she’s now only got three appointment slots per week due to a new parenting group she’s facilitating on Saturday afternoons for several weeks.
I was doing okay before. Up until a week ago when I felt my moods taking a plunge. Then this news, this just makes it worse. Oh how I loathe that I take abandonment, or even the possibility of abandonment, so badly. This is terrible timing. I can’t afford to fall right now. Not when I have uni and study to take care of. Not when I have fieldwork to attend, in which we must write a three page essay in its place if for any reason we’re not able to attend on our allocated days. And especially not when my ‘help’ may not be around to help very much currently.
It was interesting to note that on the aforementioned Facebook post, she wrote, ‘Apparently [Dr T] is nice.’ Another person I communicated with on Twitter said her friends who also had Dr T found her okay. Given the number of gripes I have about her, maybe I should do us all a favour and find another psychiatrist. Then those who do find her ‘nice’ can have her, and it’s looking as though she’s going to spend a greater proportion of her time working with the ED patients anyway. With any luck I may actually find a psychiatrist I like and get along with. Third time lucky and all… Not to mention I’d much rather be the rejector as opposed to the rejectee.