Ok so I hate going to the doctors at the best of times, I so scared of hospitals and doctors etc. No idea why but thats irrelevant.
My mum has been telling me for a few weeks, since she found out about the cutting, that I need to go to the doctors 'cause she is fed up of seeing me miserable apparently ><
I finally gave in today and she is making an appointment for Tuesday. I'm terrified. I really hope she comes with me because the doctor has no clue whatsoever what I am really like and I don't know what to tell him. I know if I went by myself I'd end up chickening out and saying 'So, just popped in for a chat!' ><
I don't really know what I'm expecting. A little help?
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
It sounds like your mum is just concerned and wants to help. If you want her to come in with you, then ask her to. I'm sure she wouldn't mind.
Do you want help? are you at a point where you are ready to get better?
If so, I say take advantage of this opportunity. Be honest with the doctor, which I know is horribly terrifying, but it could be very beneficial to you.
It probably won't be that bad... I'm sure that you're mom can come in with you if you like, but at some point the doctor may ask her to leave if he/she thinks that you'll be able to talk more freely. Being honest is really important... it'll get you to the right place, rather than somewhere that wouldn't be helpful for the problem(s) that you're dealing with.
*hugs* good luck, but you really don't need it
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I had a really bad fear of doctors and refused to go for along time.
i finally went and it was okay, my fears are gone!
when the doctor saw my scars she didnt judge me.
she asked me how long ive been doing it and warned me about infections.
just remember that the doctor is used to dealing with self-harmers. your not the first and definetly not the last that he/she will treat.
and if your mom cares enough to make an appointment she probably wont have a problem with tagging along ;]
hope i helped
Thanks everyone.
I'll let you know how it goes... ahh ><
<3
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Ugh ok so I've just come back from the doctors. He was really nice and said I just sounded like a normal teenager but slightly troubled. He's going to refer me to a counsellor, though I don't really want to see one but still, and he said nothing about medication despite my mum hinting at it and my trouble sleeping.
So then she left and when I cam out like 15 minutes later she was like "So where is your prescription?" I explained about the counsellor and stuff and she goes "Are you serious? He doesn't think you need medication?!" That made me feel great.
So now its like she's angry at me. Like I should have exaggerated in the doctors. I mean I do feel low and depressed most of the time but she's acting like she wants me to be insane! She complains all the time about the troubles of having two 'ill' daughters and now that I'm just 'slightly troubled' she's pissed at me ><
I put her on my top 3 things that make me angry list that the doctor asked me about. The only real reason I agreed to go to the doctors was so that she'd stop going on at me and now she is going to be even worse.
Sorry. This is turning into a rant. But yeah. No meds for now (:
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
I'm glad you went to the doctors, that was a brave thing to do. Tbh I think that most doctors start you off on therapy and then if things don't seem to improve then get you to try meds. Try not to let your mothers comments get to you, you went to the doctors like she asked she should be pleased that you came and that you are now being offered counselling.
Amy x
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Oh eyes like wild flowers within demons of change ♥
