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Well THAT didn't go according to plan!!!!! I had my neurofeedback session today...sort of. This is going to be quite long-winded so I will understand if you get bored and quit reading before the end. I really just need to talk it out.
So...I think I've mentioned that I don't really like the actual psychologist at the practice where I do the neurofeedback, but that's ok because I have very little to do with her and an intern psychologist who I get along fine with actually does the neurofeedback.
Well...two weeks ago, the psychologist who I don't like (S) wanted to have a "chat" with me. The "chat" ended up going for almost an hour and I found it incredibly unhelpful. She clearly didn't remember a thing about me from the initial session where we spoke, and for some reason she hadn't bothered to spend five minutes reading my file so that she could at least pretend to have some idea about my situation. It was AWFUL. She kept throwing absurdly flippant and simplistic solutions at me regarding my employment puzzle. For example, after reminding her that my degree was in psychology, she told me to just do my masters so that I'd have it done just in case I wanted to use it down the track. Er...a masters degree costs tens of thousands of dollars, and given it took me five years to complete my 1-year honours program, the 2-year masters program could take me up to a decade. Not exactly something I want to do for "just in case" purposes! And then, the crowning glory was that I told her one of the reasons I was starting to feel better was that my relationship with A is improving. S responded with "...oh so there's an improvement in your relationship, but you two don't live together do you." I just stared at her and said "A is my psychologist." Given that I have only relatively recently disentangled myself from a "complicated" relationship with my psychologist of sixteen years, I cannot begin to tell you how very very VERY icky this made me feel - grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So anyway, this all happened a fortnight ago. Last week, the intern psychologist (W) started as he always did by asking how my week was and I vented about how I'd been super struggling after the conversation with S. He was super good about it and assured me he would make sure I didn't need to go through that again. Thus for me, the matter was now closed.
And so we get to today. I was uncomfortable going into the building, but it was fine. When I went in with W, he began by telling me he had spoken with S and she acknowledged that she had not handled the conversation with me well. Apparently she told W that it was the end of the day and she was in a bit of a rush. But now here's the thing...apparently I need to see her after every couple of sessions or so as part of the agreement under ATAPS (the program that is funding the sessions). She recognises that her very presence is intensely distressing for me now. So...she feels it would be best for me to start paying for the neurofeedback so that I don't have to see her as per the rules of ATAPS.
So...just to be clear here. I am eligible for 18 funded sessions. I clearly explained during the first session that I have a psychologist, I am not there to do therapy, I am just there for the neurofeedback. AT NO POINT was I told I would need to meet with S as part of the funding arrangement. And now, because she totally messed up because it was the end of the day and she wasn't fully engaged with the process of connecting with me, she is asking me to pay for the service, which I already have funding approved for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I hadn't already experienced so much incompetence by so many mental health professionals, I would never believe such a situation could arise!!!!
Well...I did what any sane and rational person would do...I went completely ballistic - complete with yelling, crying, headbanging, throwing myself on the floor, rocking, stimming and screaming for A (my psychologist). W was SUPER good with the spectacular meltdown. He called A's office and left a message for her to call urgently, and then we just sat on the floor (well he was sitting, I was lying) and rode out the very very VERY big wave until A called back. It super helped talking to A and the plan is that she is going to speak with S and try to sort something out. After I spoke with A, I did actually get around to doing two rounds of neurofeedback, but my brain was all scrambled and I didn't do so well. Actually, my poor performance was due to tiredness rather than the big feelings per se. It takes a LOT of energy to go berserk!
Sigh... so now I pretty much feel like I've been squashed by a truck, and I feel shattered. Last night when I went to the scary meeting (which I wrote about in the worry room), I was super prepared and was working on using all my coping strategies in the hours leading up to the meeting. However, I got completely blindsided today. Even though I didn't feel super comfortable going into the building, I had no sense of actual anxiety or anything and thus I hadn't done any sort of psyching up for the appointment or anything. Now my body is once again primed for the idea that something bad is going to happen at any moment. Nothing and no-one is safe. Everything is scary and bad. I feel broken and hopeless, as I recognise that the calmness I am gradually creating in my world isn't because I'm in any way "better", but simply because I'm becoming so reclusive, I'm managing to avoid triggers most of the time. However, when the big feelings ARE triggered, they are just as spectacular as ever. 
So, that's today's rather unexpected neurofeedback adventure. On the bright side, W got to see what a meltdown actually looks like, and even though I think he handled it super well, he was physically shaking while he was sitting on the floor with me...which was fine...cos we talked about those sorts of physiological reactions. It was also an opportunity to experience how A truly does have my back, and that makes me feel safe. Our relationship still has some bumps that we need to work through, but we are definitely on the right track and I am super super SUPER grateful that I found her...even if I did have to experience eight epic fails along the way.
I super hope next week'e episode of Phoenix_Rising's Neurofeedback Adventure is slightly less...well...adventurous. I super hope this reality show doesn't get prematurely axed. I feel super yuck tonight...but better for having talked it out to all of you.
Thank you for caring about me. 