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For fuck's sake!

... Forgive the language. *sighs heavily* Sorry.

I think I'm bad at this whole asking-for-help thing. I must be. Every time I go to the initial interview with a mental health professional, I do something wrong. I have to. Otherwise ... I don't know.

I was supposed to get follow-up support for both the Asperger's and the depression after leaving college and moving back home. I was presuming ... hoping ... that that might mean more than just "Here, have some medication, now fuck off and come back in six months". Not in quite those words, of course, but the sentiment ...

Apparently, at some point during the two years I can't remember, I was given an appointment with one of their psychologists, which I then never showed up for. I ... didn't know this. I tried to explain that I sort of, you know, have two years or so of missing memory, so I don't know why I missed that appointment, and, um ... Which got me a blank look and a "Why don't you remember?", and then a sort of nod and an appointment for April two-thousand-fucking-twelve. I'm really sort of hoping that the impression given of "you didn't want us then, so you can't have us now" is just me being paranoid and pissy.

*sighs* I don't know what I do wrong. I don't know what you're supposed to do, except answer the questions asked, and ... hope they think you're good enough to help. *sighs*

*waves hand* Never mind me. I'm ... pissy, and disappointed, and wishing I could figure out what I did wrong, and also what just happened, and ... Oh, never mind.

I'm bad at this. I must be.

Also? Apologies that the first thing I say in weeks is complaining about Ireland's mental health care. *ducks* I know, I know. Sorry, everyone.