I am so very lucky that my therapist is prepared to see me for such a rate. In fact I've really been struggling with the idea that he isn't a real therapist and he's just a shyster trying to make a quick buck. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I've really really been struggling with it. But given he is seeing me at almost half his usual rate (I pay less than $100 per session btw) I know that musn't be the case. But still I think it and get confused if it's working, or if it will ever work, and if I'm even worth all the fuss anyway. But I do often see him 3 times a week..... but that basically means all my money is spent on therapy and not much else.
My main reason for wanting to move out of home is that my parents are picking up most of my healthcare costs and I think it's reached a stage where that is untenable and I really need to start standing on my own two feet again. I'm 30-ish @Phoenix_Rising, far far far too old to be relying on mummy and daddy to pick up all my bills.
Private is not necessarily great, tbh one of the main differences is that in the private system most people are nowhere near as sick as the pubilc, so there are much less frightning behaviours to contend with. Funnily though, I've found the level of nursing to sometimes be better in the public system than in the private. My last hospitalisation there was very little care or time spent between the nursing staff and the patients. And funnily, it's amazing how much little things like a nurse asking you how you are today and giving a shit about the answer can actually do.
I've been thinking of dropping out of therapy because I'm not sure it's working and lots of other complicated feelings. But if I do that it's like having no hope for my future, no hope that I'll ever be normal. I've had people tell me that I'm too complex and refuse to treat me too, but that was really only two people and they were both dicks. I don't see how talking can change anything. But I also hope that it can, it's the only hope I have really. If someone who I liked and relied on told me that they wouldn't see me cause I was too complex I think I would be devestated. I can only imagine the pain you must have gone through.
I kinda view my mental illness a little like being a workaholic, I spend so much time and energy staying ontop of it and trying to appear okay, that I don't have the same ability to stop and enjoy myself. It must have sucked massively to lose your dad at such an age and in such circumstances. I hope this isn't rude, but that's why I think I have to commit to therapy somehow, cause whats the point in living if I'm not experieincing. I'm not sure that makes sense, but working on mental health is like working to stop work.
Talking about work. I've done the sums. I will never, NEVER be able to afford my own house/retirement. It's terrifying. Knowing once I reach retirement age, I'll probably be homeless. And I'm sure I'm not the only one. Maybe that's the case for me to get a full time job, stay with the p's and try and save some money.