So after my analyst was out sick for 2½ weeks, and after two days of me trying to contact him, he finally returned my call today to tell me he will be out sick for two more weeks; he'll be back at work on the 18th. I have no idea what's wrong with him, he's extremely guarded about his personal life.
I'm handling it, and I'm not handling it. I'm angry at him for being sick; I'm angry at him for how unprofessional he's been dealing with his illness (he didn't have my number on his phone and he had to get someone to find my number on his office rolodex). I'm also very lonely at this point. But mostly I just feel numb right now.
On the other hand, at least I'm sleeping OK at this point, at least he DIDN'T DIE, and THANK GOD he'll be back before the holidays.
Wow, Tom. That is really hard. You should be proud of how well you have handled the disruption.
Oh, man, Tom, I'm so sorry. That's so not at all your fault and hard to deal with.
Therapists should have backups available. If my journals couldn't go two days without someone taking care of them, neither should a human being in distress.
My beloved cat Leo is very ill. Tomorrow I will finally find out, after three days at different veterinary offices and several different kinds of tests, if he has leukemia or what the hell is causing his severe anemia. I am thankful that I didn't cancel the pet insurance after I lost my job, because this has already gone over a thousand dollars. He's only 12 years old. Oh cat, why'd you have to get sick?
Oh Zen, I am sorry about Leo. Breathing a sigh of relief on the insurance. I hope you have a better prognosis than expected.
And yes, good grief, therapists should have someone covering them. Also, they should communicate better!!
Tom, all your reactions to your therapist sound totally normal to me. Yay that he didn't die, but what a clusterfuck regardless!
((Zen)) may all the cat-ma be yours.
