What is the name of your state? New York
I have been on disability for depression. I originally injured my leg, foot, now diagnosed as a muniscule tear in my knee. Anyhow I also sought help to get back to work through a program called VESID. Many things do not seem right but the straw that broke the camels back (my poor knee plus my dignity) is when a long awaited appointment was set up in a local public library with a VESID counselor. I agreed to meet her there assuming, I know never assume, that she knew the place and would have set up some sort of quiet area to talk with me. Not. She set us up in a large room where at least one person sat an ears length away most obviously listening curiously. That person was someone I had seen at another place where I had joined a group for support to lose weight recently and get out of the house and feel better. When the counselor began to disclose my chart information without much regard to privacy I wrote her a not saying not to talk about me out loud, respect my confidentiality. She continued to say I had to cooporate with her and let her know if I was seeing my mental health counselor. I again tried to quiet her but she then esculated to saying I was obviously in need of someone to talk to about my diagnosis and that I was being uncoopertive. She took my written notes and said each word out loud as though amused and wanting to let others hear her. I asked how long she was a counselor and she said all her life since age 19 and that she was in her late fourties now. I asked for empathy and she said that I might be needing to follow up with mental health before she could continue helping me since I was so difficult to understand and was not willing to discuss my treatment needs. At this point I was so humiliated I felt like crying. The lady who was eves dropping smirked and seemed to be looking away but still stayed there. The counselor said since the library is a public place and I had in fact agreed to meet there people would have every right to be in the area with us while she worked with me. I told her I had no idea it would not be in a room some where or at least she would have found a less open area to talk. She then asked if I wanted to go to McDonalds restaurant or if I knew a place to go that had no people I would feel embarrassed to be around. This just added more to a bad situation since she continued to repeat my mental health diagnosis and how that was causing me the distress.
The original injury was joked about by my boss. It was played down and not properly reported or handled. The doctor I met with blamed my age and lost my xrays which he later on said were useless since the injury was inside mostly not a broken bone. It took over two years to get a MRI and more help but by that time I have learned to accept the pain as a thing to just live with forever.
I want my life back but I wonder if seeking help in this current system is ridiculous and is it OK to violate me so badly and get away with it.
This woman made me so sad.
I have depression.
My former career prior to doing sales in insurance business, real estate etc was Human Services and counseling. I do not recall ever treating people like I have been treated. Am I a rarity?
Help
Stand Tall gal hoping make a difference.
I have been on disability for depression. I originally injured my leg, foot, now diagnosed as a muniscule tear in my knee. Anyhow I also sought help to get back to work through a program called VESID. Many things do not seem right but the straw that broke the camels back (my poor knee plus my dignity) is when a long awaited appointment was set up in a local public library with a VESID counselor. I agreed to meet her there assuming, I know never assume, that she knew the place and would have set up some sort of quiet area to talk with me. Not. She set us up in a large room where at least one person sat an ears length away most obviously listening curiously. That person was someone I had seen at another place where I had joined a group for support to lose weight recently and get out of the house and feel better. When the counselor began to disclose my chart information without much regard to privacy I wrote her a not saying not to talk about me out loud, respect my confidentiality. She continued to say I had to cooporate with her and let her know if I was seeing my mental health counselor. I again tried to quiet her but she then esculated to saying I was obviously in need of someone to talk to about my diagnosis and that I was being uncoopertive. She took my written notes and said each word out loud as though amused and wanting to let others hear her. I asked how long she was a counselor and she said all her life since age 19 and that she was in her late fourties now. I asked for empathy and she said that I might be needing to follow up with mental health before she could continue helping me since I was so difficult to understand and was not willing to discuss my treatment needs. At this point I was so humiliated I felt like crying. The lady who was eves dropping smirked and seemed to be looking away but still stayed there. The counselor said since the library is a public place and I had in fact agreed to meet there people would have every right to be in the area with us while she worked with me. I told her I had no idea it would not be in a room some where or at least she would have found a less open area to talk. She then asked if I wanted to go to McDonalds restaurant or if I knew a place to go that had no people I would feel embarrassed to be around. This just added more to a bad situation since she continued to repeat my mental health diagnosis and how that was causing me the distress.
The original injury was joked about by my boss. It was played down and not properly reported or handled. The doctor I met with blamed my age and lost my xrays which he later on said were useless since the injury was inside mostly not a broken bone. It took over two years to get a MRI and more help but by that time I have learned to accept the pain as a thing to just live with forever.
I want my life back but I wonder if seeking help in this current system is ridiculous and is it OK to violate me so badly and get away with it.
This woman made me so sad.
I have depression.
My former career prior to doing sales in insurance business, real estate etc was Human Services and counseling. I do not recall ever treating people like I have been treated. Am I a rarity?
Help
Stand Tall gal hoping make a difference.