I've gone through alot of therapy in my time.
At first I went to one session in the early 1990's,
but I didn't like it and I didn't have any money at the time.
Then after my complete breakdown, and being homeless I got hooked up with my present day psychiatrist Ms.D.L.Who I've had little therapy sessions with about once a month since about 1997. She helped me get SSI and into my present housing organization. She is expert at prescribing
medication and we always have a grand old time talking about wellbutrin and paxil and navane and thorazine and haldol and risperdal and abilify
and serequil and geodon. etc...
I started actual therapy at CCM on 31street in Manhattan. Community Counseling Mediation. I had Mr. D.L. as my therapist who at first was nice and did do some actual therapy, but it was always cut short. He was judgmental because I am on Medicaid,and he kept bragging what a great therapist he is. He's the worst therapist I've been to. He spoke to much about himself and actually had me giving him therapy. He thought I would be a great psychiatrist, and he's right I used to be a professional tarot card reader, it's not so different. Anyway CCM over booked the clinental and my therapy sessions were cut from 30 minutes to about 7 minutes, they were just milking Medicaid. A "Medicaid Mill" as Mr. D.L. said.
So I finally got wise and left CCM.
Then I went to the Fifth Avenue Counseling Center which was a big step up. I got Ms.C.E. as my new therapist and she did give me all 45 minutes of therapy, which I ran myself talking mostly. She listened but I thought of her as a jealous cat and couldsn't believe I would actually staywith her after about four months I just couldn't stand her any more either. So I ended that aswell.
I went off my medication for six months and didn't really go to therapy except to one other session with some therapist who actually came on to me. So I never went back to him. I had another breakdown and the police actually surrounded me in a restauraunt handcuffed me and took me to North General hospital. Wher I met up with two new psychiatrists a Mr.H. and another female doctor, both smug and I thought insane. I went through alot of dance therapy,which was nice acting therapy and art therapy. I went to court to get out of the mental ward. I lost but got out of the hospital in two weeks instead of the months and months they wanted to keep me there.
Then I went back to therapy and went back to the Fifth avenue center and got a real therapist for a change Ms.C.H. ,who I stayed with for about a year. Then she left to work closer to home and got her PHD.Then I had another guy give me therapy for a few months and then I just needed a break.So I stopped therapy all together, for about four months.
Which brings me to my present therapist Ms.K.K., who is the very best one. She actually comes to my apartment about once a week. She always comes up with interesting questions and ideas,keeping it fresh and interesting. So I've finally made some progress eventhough I had another insane paranoid episode, which lasted about a month around last election time.But she got me through it. We've gone to lunch, to the park,to the ballet. She helped me close my old IRS case. She's great and eventhough she isn't fully certified, she has a double masters degree and is better than all the PHD's and MD's I've had combined.
