Category: The paper trail
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Finding My Voice: Not Living in Survival Mode
The last few months have been some of the hardest I’ve been through, not really because the relationship with my psychologist of three years ended, but because of what happened after. The clinic has tried to stonewall me. Every request I have made for real accountability has received the same treatment: pull up the drawbridge,…
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The Bureaucratic Colonic
I was handed another file of bureaucratic bullshit the other day. Well, I’m torn between bullshit and gold. On the one hand, the contents are complete shit. On the other, it’s more grave-digging gold. I would have thought Damage Control 101 said to sit down and get your story straight first. Apparently not. Apparently damage…
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The 20-page Alibi
When my therapist produced a ‘Treatment Summary,’ it read as though she was operating entirely on standard, hierarchical clinical risk models. In that traditional playbook, the calculation is fairly straightforward: you overwhelm the vulnerable client with a dense, highly pathologising, professional-looking document designed to make them feel small, clinically ‘unmanageable,’ and ultimately too exhausted to…
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The Forensic Shield
My brain never stops. It’s a 24/7 information-processing factory and it exhausts me. I can’t honestly say I hate it, though. Being autistic means my pattern recognition and attention to detail are a force to be reckoned with. Somewhat amusingly, given everything that’s happened, my former therapist often said how much she ‘loved’ my brain.…
