March 2019: “The recommended 6-8 weeks of counselling will sort me right out as I try to process the fact we won’t be having children because of my health condition.”
February 2020: “See you in a fortnight for the next session!”
I started for The Baby Thing. I’ve stayed for the nine years of living with a health condition the majority of people either don’t believe in or have incorrect views of. Nine years of grief and loss and medical neglect. Nine years of trying to hold my head up high against the stigma of a health condition that is so debilitating I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Nine years of sometimes putting on a brave face to spare those around me from more heartbreak and sadness.
I can’t quite express how reluctant I am to talk about this sometimes. I have a health condition that some people wrongly believe can be ‘fixed’ with talking therapies, or Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, or psychological treatment. I am NOT receiving help for my physical health condition. I am receiving help for the impact that health condition has had on my life.
The thing I’ve realised about counselling, is that is opens a can of worms. One you can never get the lid back on. It’s more than having a family of my own that I’ve lost. There’s a lot to talk about it seems.
You can read my original blog post about seeking this help Here.
DISCLAIMER: Please be kind. Some people, when commenting on posts (particularly when my posts have been shared on Facebook) seem to forget that the post has been written by a human being with feelings. I do not receive counselling on the NHS. The Cognitive Behavioural Therapy available was not suitable. I am aware of my privilege in being able to have private counselling sessions both financially and in terms of being physically able to attend. Weekly sessions became too much of a commitment and so I either go fortnightly or monthly.
M.E. myself and I 