On October 11, back to class. It didn't take much for my body and mind to collapse. Tired. To try, in spite of its physical and mental pain and suffering, for so long. Maybe too much, but I have the will of steel. Being in such a precarious situation and being sick is not a situation that I want to live for long.
Depressed as impossible, the teachers and the special education technician felt very limited.
- "Insist on having your family doctor?" I just signed a document a month ago to register with my new doctor, after a three-year wait (my old doctor left for retirement). Even today, it is written "Your file indicates that you do not have a family doctor". I contacted them, but without success; I'll wait ... I imagine the pandemic is slowing down. I still contact them a lot.
- "Go see a psychologist?" No money. Three more years of waiting at the CLSC, minimum.
- "Try to collect your money for a therapist ...?" i'd love to, but difficult with the income from social assistance
- "Why aren't you trying to work?" Because I can't work standing up and my health depends on it.
Everything is a vicious cycle.
My mental health is very fragile, I need structure, I need emotional support.
My Emploi-Qc agent saw it. She picked me up in little crumbs.
She offered me an idea, which I gladly accepted.

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