So, CMHT phoned me back this morning. This is the conversation, the normal bits are what I actually said and the bits in italics are what I wanted to say and probably should have said.
CMHT: We’ve had our meeting and decided that your needs are better met by psychotherapy. We can’t offer this, but you have your private referral so you should just access that instead.
So, I spent an hour telling you my innermost secrets for nothing. We’ll ignore the fact that your leaflet says that you have a clinical psychologist on your team and that I explained how terrible I feel about going private, which I can ill afford anyway.
CMHT: You have the mental health crisis number if you need it.
I lost the number post hospital and even if I had it, I am a complete phone phobic. I wouldn’t make the call if my life depended on it.
CMHT: If you feel suicidal go to A+E.
Me: Last time I went to A+E, I got told I probably wasn’t ill, shouldn’t be on medication and got sent home.
My boyfriend had to fight to get the on-call psych to see me, and when she did, all she offered was a referral to CMHT which you promptly ignored. And besides, if I went to A+E every time I felt suicidal, I’d have to take up permanent residence there. Sure they’d love that, I’ll tell them you sent me.
CMHT: Thanks for your time, hope the private therapy helps.
Me: Thanks. Bye.
You lot are less use than a chocolate teapot. Why don’t you just be honest and say you won’t see me because I may be getting help elsewhere and it saves you a couple of quid. Bastards.
Useful or what? That was a waste of my Monday wasn’t it. I will add it to my long list of assessment appintment s with no help offered. Right, better go, am off to private referral. It can’t go any worse, can it?