The other shoe...

Today was our first appointment with our new talk therapist. Of course, it wasn't really ours, it was MAC's. We had a rather large insurance dysfunction at the beginning of the month that has made us leave the practice we were with since she started Kindergarten. It has been traumatic on all of us, and I am just thankful that this new group is there an available for us.

I have been dreading this appointment since we found out that we were going to have to change therapists. Over the last six years of therapy there have been several doctors where we have had to tell our story over and over again. After the first doctor's diagnosis we went for a second opinion. After our first doctor left the practice we went to another doctor from the same practice. When we decided that it was time to start medication we had to see a new doctor and tell him the story. When the school system asked us to have her tested we told the story again. When her prescribing doctor left the practice we had to find someone else who would prescribe for children, and tell the story again. When the practice brought on a new prescriber who took our insurance we felt it was best to have the prescriber and talk therapist at the same place, and told the story again. When she started having seizures we told the story again. When she was admitted to Children's for seizure testing we told the story again. When she was admitted to the emergency room we told the story again. When she was admitted to Franklin Square we told the story again. When she started at the Intensive Outpatient Therapy we told the story again. So you can see I wasn't really looking forward to telling the story today!


I was very pleasantly surprised when the new therapist (Dr. SP) brought us into her office and said, "I've seen you here before haven't I?" when I said yes she went into her computer and was able to pull up the intake interview which told the whole story. I was so happy that this first session wouldn't be a repeat of the story! For the first time ever when we left this session it was with a list of things that she and MAC were going to work on over the course of therapy.


I have been told that for a while I really seemed to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. Would the school call me today? Would I have to go pick her up early from basketball practice? Were there issues during the class at the gym? Well today it did, and not in the way I thought it would. Now with both shoes on the ground I hope to keep moving forward maybe even running a little!