The Shrink in his Lake Cocytus blog told a moving tale “Missing you”, about a lady in her late 70s who has been seeing him for a few years. He said “... overall I must confess it's the case that, as better folk than I convey, the doctor's the drug.”
I have tons of patients or parents of patients like that when I was still with the late NHS, the one with no guidelines -- not NICE to say that really. One mother in particular used to have her hair done and really look like she was going to a party when she came to see me once a month. It took me a while to realize it was her only outing.
Another mother kept in touch for the better part of thirty years. Whenever she phoned I left instructions for the secretaries to get me. She even called from
Yes. They only wanted to see us and if they had to pretend to be ill they would. Or their child might.
This is a quote from my book The Cockroach Catcher:
“In time, I realised that I had a collection of mothers who never missed a single appointment. It gradually became clear that my role was less of a psychiatrist but more of a surrogate grandfather, father, husband or uncle. There were a few couples who stayed with me a long time too.”