Let’s hope Mr Hutton doesn’t read this…

don’t get any ideas, Mr Secretary of State for Work and Pensions…
Granted, this is based in the US, and the person in question told her disability company about her blog, but it’s still something to think about. I’m quite proud of this blog, and the fact that I did a lot of the coding myself, and it wouldn’t take a genius to work out that it’s neither updated with great frequency or full of comments that could make me look like a fake, but you never know. Just look what That Doctor thought in December…
Good luck to “Madrigal of Agony”. It’s shit enough having a disability without having to prove it all the time…

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Belay that worry, ensign

My two main fears about how the CBT is going have been lifted.
Last Thursday, I asked J about the dihydrocodeine and whether the knowledge of how my panic attack disorder and subsequent agoraphobia started would have changed the direction in which my treatment was going. I didn’t explain it too well (thanks to only 2 hours sleep the previous night) and he thought I meant “would he have had reservations about treating someone who got addicted to opiate analgesics?” Eventually, we both got our heads round what I was trying to say, and he told me that regardless of how it all started, the principle of the CBT is the same. *phew*
I then said I was worried about how long we had left for appointments. J reassured me that I wouldn’t be “chucked out the door” half way to getting better, and that if needs be, I can be referred to his supervisor, D, who did my initial assessment a year ago. He also said that he could offer me weekly appointments instead of fortnightly, which I have accepted.
I feel a bit better about it all, although I still feel like I’m doing one of those orienteering things where you have to fall back into someone else’s arms and trust that they’ll be there to hold you…