The Joys and follies of mental health services II

When a person needs help they usually are at their wits end.

Something hasn't worked, and knowing that something needs to change, involves seeking out mental health services in order to start the recovery process.

I am no different.

Though I've been through many iterations of the intake process, having to tell my story, (usually numerous times because of insurance QoS, non responsive intake specialists, etc) there is a rough element to the whole endeavor.

You feel like a rushed piece of meat.

Its a cold, and unfriendly place to be.

The reality of what was has now morphed into a kind of collage of verbal grafeti.

Sometimes there are no answers to the riddles of pain, and anguish we deal with.


Yet the struggle for balance is never there.

When you deal with a state run, budget restrained, and bureaucracy, one can't help notice the workload, stress placed on a very overly burdened system, mostly on a state level.

There are some agencies who use a implicit tactic of six months and off you go.

Yet for some this isn't always a great idea.

Back through the door one will go, in a revolving door mechanic, often being told to find a primary care physician, which with certain insurances is not possible, even with the change of recent years.

Some offices flat out refuse to deal with it, and turn people away because of it.

It is extremely frustrating to be told to immediately find something but not have any way to get the results they want.

Being shuffled from one situation to another doesn't help either.

I kind of wonder if it really has been this way.

Otherwise, its the same routine, six months of service and out the door, and back through again.

Kind of gets old.


B.