Sometimes I wish I was a psychologist so I could help these people coming to me for help. I would have a network of fellow doctors in different states and cities who could help me find people help. Then I realize becoming a psychologist is a lot of school and my 1-2 classes every other semester approach would have me done right around the time I die. Roughly. So then I think therapist. Less school just as helpful, same potential network. I could teach DBT as well. And this would be an awesome plan. It’s kinda the opposite of my mathematician hiding away from people plan, but it’s still a good plan.
The latest is anonymous who has been to every psychiatrist in a 100 mile radius that takes her insurance and she still can’t find anyone who will take her on as a patient because she’s too unstable and they won’t treat BPD.
My heart bleeds for anonymous. I wish I had the power to do something.
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Interesting entry because I was just thinking the same plan for you the other day and wondering if it could ever happen.