I don’t need a therapist. That’s just one more appointment I would have to shoehorn in during my already jam-packed week. Plus, like adairpete said, why should I spend my time talking to someone who most likely has no clue what it’s personally like to deal with a chronic illness, especially one with no freaking end like ESRD.What do I need? I genuinely need help. Help with the basic stuff – laundry, cleaning, yardwork etc. I get “depressed” when I realize that my life is a treadmill – work, dialysis, sleep – lather, rinse and repeat. So the little bits of time that I have that aren’t taken with those items are given to trying to get some fun out of life. But then the household basics are thrown by the wayside until things get so bad that there isn’t any hope any more. Friends and family just don’t get it – they think that since I go to work every day and manage to show up for command performances (dinners, parties etc.) that must mean that all is hunky dory. It’s not and they just can’t understand why I just don’t do everything.I don’t need a therapist – I need a pro bono cleaning service and a stiff drink and family and friends that might actually give a damn.
I find it helpful and even essential to talk things over with a trained person who can listen and try to understand how distressing this whole thing is without trying to cheer us up or jolly us along when sometimes what we need to do is cry, complain, feel sorry for ourselves, get pissed off, whatever it might be before we gather ourselves together and get back to the grind that is often the life we live. A safe place with an empathic person who will listen to us face our deepest fears and anger and worry is what makes for good therapy and can really help to ease the burden even if just a little bit.
I have recently tried to find a psychiatrist to talk about my sense of hopelessness, but I couldn't find anyone in this area who would accept Medicare.
I swear I should teach a class in "Comparative Suffering" because I just couldn't find it in myself to commiserate. So I just told her that I knew a lot of people who have to live each day with so much physical suffering along with emotional anxiety because they have an incurable disease and do you have any idea what happens to your body when your kidneys fail like, did you know that you stop urinating and can you imagine how you would feel if you could not go to the bathroom for two days straight and do you know what happens to all of that fluid, well, I'll tell you that it can back up into your lungs and your heart and did you know that your kidneys also control the hormone that signals your body to make more red blood cells and when THAT gets screwed up you become anemic, so yes I understand what it is like to feel constantly stressed and as for letting God take care of things, well, He pretty much put me here in the first place and I am not sure He is going to choose to show me any mercy.Let's just say I left her speechless. After all that, I really need a therapist. LOL!