BlytheWood
Sep 5, 2018 · 2 min read

The Night Before My First Mental Health Consultation

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I’m nervous. I’m feeling slightly uncomfortable and I’m wondering, just a little, why I can’t deal with this myself. It’s the night before my first meeting with Michelle, the therapist recommended for me by my doctor.

I’m wondering how old she is? Hopefully not too young. I’m 47, I have become ageist in my middle-age. I don’t want a 23 year old talking through my issues with me. I’m also worrying about how…

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BlytheWood

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Mum to teen transgender son, organic gardener, herb enthusiast, reader, writer and all-round knowledge-sponge, lover of black cats.

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