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So yesterday I finally got the guts to go see the TAFE counsellor about managing my workload and hopefully getting some extensions. This is how it went.
ME: Umm, I'm having some personal problems and I'm really struggling with my workload
HER: What kind of personal problems
ME: I have depression and anxiety. I can't think or focus. I just can't do the work.
HER: Well, I think you're problem is time management. You need to stop socialising and set time to do the work.
ME: *looks blank*.
HER: *proceeds to write up a useless study plan for me*
She actually said to me, "IF you are ACTUALLY depressed, you should see a GP after assessment, but I think you'll be fine when you get this work done. You'll just need to work really hard"
Clearly a diagnosis, medication and a fucking 4 YEAR history of depression is not enough. She didn't even notice I was almost in tears. For fucks sake! Oh, another little gem was "you just need a hug from your mum." ............:|
So, no extensions, no support. Nothing. I can't stand mental health professionals who don't know what they're doing. They're supposed to be there to help people, not fucking patronise them. I know my own moods, I know the difference between my mental health seriously deteriorating and stress from studying.
I've emailed my teachers today hoping they'll be more supportive. And if I need to see a counsellor at TAFE again, I'll be seeing the other one. I was so pissed off and upset.
In other news, I got my hips pierced again. She did an amazing job. She spent 20 minutes measuring them up so they'd be symmetrical this time. They're perfect. They're pierced with metal bars this time, so hopefully they won't be so troublesome. God it hurt though. They already look like they're healing better than last time though. Hardly any swelling or redness.
ME: Umm, I'm having some personal problems and I'm really struggling with my workload
HER: What kind of personal problems
ME: I have depression and anxiety. I can't think or focus. I just can't do the work.
HER: Well, I think you're problem is time management. You need to stop socialising and set time to do the work.
ME: *looks blank*.
HER: *proceeds to write up a useless study plan for me*
She actually said to me, "IF you are ACTUALLY depressed, you should see a GP after assessment, but I think you'll be fine when you get this work done. You'll just need to work really hard"
Clearly a diagnosis, medication and a fucking 4 YEAR history of depression is not enough. She didn't even notice I was almost in tears. For fucks sake! Oh, another little gem was "you just need a hug from your mum." ............:|
So, no extensions, no support. Nothing. I can't stand mental health professionals who don't know what they're doing. They're supposed to be there to help people, not fucking patronise them. I know my own moods, I know the difference between my mental health seriously deteriorating and stress from studying.
I've emailed my teachers today hoping they'll be more supportive. And if I need to see a counsellor at TAFE again, I'll be seeing the other one. I was so pissed off and upset.
In other news, I got my hips pierced again. She did an amazing job. She spent 20 minutes measuring them up so they'd be symmetrical this time. They're perfect. They're pierced with metal bars this time, so hopefully they won't be so troublesome. God it hurt though. They already look like they're healing better than last time though. Hardly any swelling or redness.