my insurance called me today - something about them getting special money for other programs and are assessing their high risk population (aka crisis) and seeing what can ben done other than multiple hospital stays. Interesting. So there is a man (RN) coming to my house Friday to assess me and see if I qualify and what services he may have that I can utilize. I did a quick phone assessment and the questions kept getting thicker... anxiety? depression? yes, yes... and ptsd. Ptsd? yes.... any 'attempts?' - well we all know what that means. "any current plans?" and that one too... tho it took me a minute. I was about to say, yeah, I have therapy in an hour. Then I brought in the 'I can't find a provider to work with DID. "DID?" yes... "oh"... THEN she let me know she was a psych nurse - first she'd just said she was a nurse.
When we'd gotten notice that we'd be getting an optional call to see about optional extra free services from this new company they will be partnering with, I did my homework, so I was well aware of what "there might be some unusual questions the nurse will ask you" meant.
So, we shall see. My system is not often cooperative with men... I let her know that but said I'd try. Maybe I will host him in the common area instead of my apartment... unless he is also doing a wellness check... I'm trying to clean.

One funny I could add is that I put my shoulder out of joint (not the funny part) and when the pt (who I've now nearly bit and also dug my claws into slightly) took my hand under her arm, she did so in a way that it neatly, gently, and effectively folded my fingers in on themselves so my claws would have no chance touching her on what was to be a very painful -but needed- adjustment.
Well played, pt, well played.