This morning I had my intake appointment at the local mental health center and it went TERRIBLY. The woman that was in charge of doing my evaluation and questioning (which is a 3-hour process) was very rude and very cold for someone who is supposed to be working with the anxious and depressed population. At one point, she asked me a really vague question that I didn't really understand (and I was already really anxious to begin with) and when I got confused, she actually raised her voice and said "Listen to me- listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth!". I whimpered an apology in response, sat on my hands, looked straight down at my crossed angles, and used all the strength in me not to start crying. It had to be very obvious to her that I was upset becase my next several answers were really choked up, but she just didn't care one bit. However, she did set me up with an appointment with a counselor and I'll never have to see her again. Hopefully my counselor turns out to be much nicer.
Anyhow, today I just wanted to share some poems from a book called "Milk and Honey" by Rupi Kaur. The book is about how she struggled with being molested as a child and how it affected her as she grew older. Her writing is beautiful and I identify with several of the poems. I hope you enjoy them as well.
—
every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
til she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you
—
you pinned
my legs to
the ground
with your feet
and demanded
i stand up
—
you have sadness
living in places
sadness shouldn't live
Oh my that sounds awful ! That would have scared the life out of me I’m so sorry you had such a terrible experience I hope everything goes well for you I really do take care … I know I’ve said this alot and I probably sound like a broken record at this point but you can always message me if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to ok ? I love talking to you 😊
I am so sorry for your experience. As if yoy weren't already suffering enough, you certainly didn't need the intake worker's lack of compassion.
Please know that her lack of empathy had nothing to do with you. People react (or don't react) the eay they do because of many reasons…their own experiences, personality, feelings that day, etc. You have every right to your feelings and should never think that you need to be ashamed of them.
It sickens me when I repeatedly see how the pain that we women share isn't enough to band all of us together to protect and support each other.
I am so sorry for your experience. As if you weren't already suffering enough, you certainly didn't need the intake worker's lack of compassion to add to your pain.
Please know that her lack of empathy had nothing to do with you. People react (or don't react) the way they do because of many reasons…their own experiences, personality, feelings that day, etc. You have every right to your feelings and should never be ashamed of them.
It sickens me when I repeatedly see how the pain that we women share isn't enough to band all of us together to protect and support each other.