This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series The Mr Director-Person Letters

I swear to living fuck that the Trust will not win this fight if I have breath in my body and blood in veins. I will battle them to the very death – literally, if needs be. This is, of course, in response to yesterday’s received correspondence from Mr Director-Person. Your thoughts and comments on [...]

This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series The Mr Director-Person Letters

In response to both my last letter to Mr Director-Person and my MP‘s intervention. Dear Pandora Further to my letter of 3 August 2010 [wherein he acknowledged his failure to reply to the letter first linked above, not replicated here], I am now in a position to respond to your detailed letter [ie. the one to my [...]

I am (for now) making no comment on this morning’s final session with C, other than that everyone who predicted that last night’s uncharacteristic indifference would not continue after, say, 10am today, would not have been completely mistaken.  I do not want to think about it so meh, let’s just ignore it. So, therefore, here [...]

I wrote these melodramatic words the other day: I shall never see C again. Officially I am supposed to see him on Thursdays 19th and 26th August, but I shall not.  I shall never see him again.  I have pretty much decided not to go, as I’m certain it would only cause me further pain, [...]

Pathetic Number Crunching

Update on the Political Intervention Against the Trust Sorry for not apprising readers of this blog on the current status of my complaints to my MP and other politicians about the Trust’s decision to end my therapy. I had mentioned it on Twitter, but not all of you are onTwitter, so that wasn’t very fair! [...]

Well…I don’t really hate this blog.  As I’ve said several times, it is in fact my pride and joy – or, at least, what has gone before has made up what I call my pride and joy.  I don’t feel very proud or very joyful at the minute, though it’s not the blog’s fault, obviously; [...]

This entry is part 6 of 9 in the series The Mr Director-Person Letters

Hahaha!  Didn’t see this coming, did you Mr Director-Person? In all seriousness I don’t really expect it to do any good, but you never know.  A friend of mine, through contacting her MP about the failures in her mental health care, did receive some very positive results, so it’s got to be worth a try.  At [...]

Last Thursday’s session with C was the first one after the whole, ‘fuck it, I’m quitting therapy’ debacle of hilarious histrionics about which I wrote last Wednesday. I suppose my thoughts weighted in favour of leaving treatment at a time of my choosing were partly in light of the whole DID discussion that we had [...]

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