OMG I called my kid and sniveled some until I was like, "Oh JESUS be a mom," and he was like consoling but he was like "Maybe you should talk to someone."
I was like, huh, maybe I should. We get calls all the time how there are "Trained mental health professionals at the ready," who like, were here for our "COVID stress needs." So I was like, well, why NOT.
I don't trust anyone who says she won't give me her education when ask, after practically collecting stool sample, and I say, "Look I am an LCSW I just want to know your education level." Anyway, so like, after we went through all THAT I was like, "Fine, dude, do your worst." She asked me how I could help so I began to tell her..... then she HUNG UP ON ME. To be fair, there's kind of a lot to discuss. I called back on a different phone because she had my number "in case we were disconnected." I talked to a slightly NICER but equally anonymous woman who also wanted my
dna, and I said I had NO desire to talk to anyone but a Supervisor about getting those calls wiped. She was like, "That will not be until Monday." She made a big production about "sometimes not being able to call back." I sighed, and asked with whom on the organizational tree of my insurance "Mental health triage" I would be speaking with and she was like, "I don't really know UMR has people all OVER the country." At that point I said I wished to not disclose anything further other than the fact I felt about 15 times worse and hopeless than at the start of the call, but I would have to find a better medium than this. I ended with, "However, I have no desire to harm myself or others,"
Like, dude, it TOTALLY made me want to kill myself more, but more out of like "MY GOD IS competence EXISTENT in this world?"
I get like, they were expecting "I am so terrified my parrot will die!!" and then they could give me deep breathing exercises, so maybe I was unfair to like, this woman but she had that MEAN DARN tone from the beginning. She wasn't expecting a complex exposition of how COVID-19 had brought me to my knees and paralysis over my employer. To be fair, after talking to her for ONE minute, I was like "I am going to have to do the OPPOSITE of what she recommends."
She hung up. I guess this means engage, ready fire.
I really wish I could allow me to off myself, but my code of assisted suicide does not cover me, personally. Not until the big A shows up, at which point I need AID ANYWAY but HOLY GOD, if my Creator allowed it, my Last Supper would be Fish Sticks in my mouth, (I like them and the Southpark joke makes me laugh, usually) but today they'd be swallowed with handfuls of benzos.
I would go out on a cloud of St. Elsewhere which is terrifyingly watchable because I lived here during it's time on TV only I was like 3, I think. It's all oddly familiar and RATHER LARGE.
Also cool to watch men and women punch each other and OMG their treatment of patients?????
I need a mental health show from that era, clearly. Or something with lobotomies.
Fran C I'm okay I was joking for the most part but NO I genuinely understand I am not taking FLMA for just my own protection, I probably shouldn't be working right now.
I mean, asking my pediatric patients if they would like mental health provider assisted suicide action plans--- yeah, that's not cool EITHER.
Enjoy the flavors, and I love Zazie, dude, and she loves me too but I was like, "Is this the BAD kind of internet love????" for a millisecond.
LOL
Anna