So, intially I thought I’d not have to write about this but I decided after last night that I should. I had initially started to see a therapist in a practice, & after very few sessions she tells me she can’t be my therapist after the end of May. I also really found her promising but such is murphy’s law.
I tell my GP that I would very much like a therapist & he calls me back pretty late one night & tells me that all the *free* therapists are all male & that there isn’t any female therapists available at the moment.
I tried therapy with the new one therapist in the private practice but she was really Green & had terrible table manners, making the sessions unpleasant. They also wanted to charge me $200 a sessions for a text book therapist straight out of medical school.
If you’re wondering what I did, I went back to my reliable, responsible therapist in the States. Sometimes when there’s system failure that’s what ends up happening. I am glad I did, I can rely on her & she knows me so there’s not any of that awkward, weird session stuff that always seem to be the case with a new therapist.
I feel pretty good, but frustrated in this healthcare system for all, that falls gravely short on people with mental illness. It’s a national shame that there isn’t more socially responsibility around this matter here in Norway. I am at awe, but not for the reason I couldn’t find a therapist, that my doctor couldn’t either. Now, that’s not right.
Also, what gave me hope was that my old, reliable therapist took me back. Something I am over the moon over & grateful. Sometimes you’re better off going with what you know, than trying something new.
I am a 46 year old writer and poet that just published my first collection of poetry called Greylight. I live by 3 simple rules everyday, live, laugh, love. I currently live in Norway with my husband and our dog. I adore people watching and seeing how others see the city I now live in. I hope you enjoy reading and if you ever have any feedback all is welcome.