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I had an outburst and yelled at my daughter. It wasn't the first one: I'd tried to manage my temper, but did not do it, so I contacted therapists for help and found my t. I was diagnosed with PTSD.
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Well. I decided that I wanted to get some meds finally because I was expecting to have a rough year with teaching in the upcoming year (this year!). So I was seeking that out, and then there was a mental health worker at my appointment with the psychiatrist, and then he made an appointment for me to go and see him, and he is who I have to basically go through to see the psychiatrist...
So I sorta didn't seek that out. I sort of got thrown into it.
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I just figured i really needed help and i needed to give it a try, and that if worse came to worse I could just not go anymore and that it'd be okay, however my T and i got along very well and ten months later we are still together! Bring this fear up to your T, he/she will reassure you. |
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I was originally referred to a therapist that was working at my obgyn office when I experienced a miscarriage and was really depressed about it. I worked with her for 4 months until she stopped working through them and referred me to other places because it was obvious by that time I had severe anxiety.
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