I decided I had to get help for my mental health. I was in a very bad place. So when a friend told me about a great place she had been to, I booked the first appointment of the day. This is because I get anxiety when I am in crowded rooms for a long period or time. The secretary informed me to be there at least 20 minutes early or I would be charged a late fee. I was there 30 minutes early, but they did not open their doors until 8:55 am. The Secretary was very snotty about me “being late”. I apologized and said that she didn’t open the doors until just a moment ago. The fee was thankfully removed.
I spent a good 20 minutes filling out paper work and expecting to see “Dr. Brown” any moment. While waiting I watched as a woman walked in looking as if she just rolled out of bed. She had on pajama pants and a T-Shirt and I heard the Secretary call her Dr. Brown. I had been waiting an hour total and the Doctor was just walking in. Mean while the waiting room was filling up with people, several waiting to see Dr. Brown. I wanted to walk out then, but I told myself that I had to get help.
After another 30 minutes she finally calls someone back, and even though I had been there first, that person wasn’t me. It took another hour for her to get to me and the first thing she asked is if I had been raped. I was shocked and I stammered no, I was just really depressed. I thought maybe this was a normal question until she said: it would have been much easier if you had. Then in the few minutes she had seen me she told me I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder because it was “obvious I had been abused”. She also told me to “be on time”, they waved the fee this time but wouldn’t do it again. After waiting 2 hours my appointment lasted 15 minutes.
My appointments with Dr. Brown never went anywhere because I “wouldn’t admit to being abused” (because I never was). After 5 sessions they (the snotty secretary) accused me of not paying and told me they were getting ready to send me to collections. I just turned around and walked away with out paying another cent. I went to my family doctor who was very unhappy with how I had been treated. She sent me to someone who was able to help me get into a much better place. They confirmed my suspicions that I did not have PTSD. Looking back I can see that I was treated pretty awful, I just lacked the knowledge and confidence to stand up for myself. I am in a much, much better place which is why I decided to submit this. 1002-12
About 15 years ago I knew a licensed counselor whose schtick was to tell new clients that it was obvious they had not been wanted by their parents. She no longer works in the field…good riddance.