MaybeMaybeKnot
No ctrl-z when you ctb
- Oct 25, 2019
- 339
This is my fourth medical leave of absence in four years. It's always the same. The doctor fusses at me for not taking care of myself. Then he takes me off of work for 60-90 days and sends me to intensive outpatient therapy. Some thoughts:
1. When I'm not on LOA I see him monthly. But when I am on LOA I see him weekly. That's four times the money for him for our five minute checkins.
2. Every time he takes me off work, he charges me $75 to fill out the paperwork and $50 if he has to talk to them.
So being off work is fine. I miss my friends and I never know what to say was my reason for disappearing for three months out of every year. I haven't told anybody the truth. I just make jokes. Every time I think about it I get stressed out.
Also, I HATE THE TREATMENT. Does anyone like IOT-DBT? God damn it's depressing. This morning I was laying in bed, which I do for probably 16 hours a day, and thinking I'd rather ctb than go to therapy today. And I'd rather ctb than see my psychiatrist today. I don't know why my brain is telling me to ctb, okay? It's just a constant urge and there's no talking through it. It's just my constant companion. Just me and the urge. BFFs.
1. When I'm not on LOA I see him monthly. But when I am on LOA I see him weekly. That's four times the money for him for our five minute checkins.
2. Every time he takes me off work, he charges me $75 to fill out the paperwork and $50 if he has to talk to them.
So being off work is fine. I miss my friends and I never know what to say was my reason for disappearing for three months out of every year. I haven't told anybody the truth. I just make jokes. Every time I think about it I get stressed out.
Also, I HATE THE TREATMENT. Does anyone like IOT-DBT? God damn it's depressing. This morning I was laying in bed, which I do for probably 16 hours a day, and thinking I'd rather ctb than go to therapy today. And I'd rather ctb than see my psychiatrist today. I don't know why my brain is telling me to ctb, okay? It's just a constant urge and there's no talking through it. It's just my constant companion. Just me and the urge. BFFs.