[I ENCOURAGE ANYONE WITHOUT THE PATIENCE TO READ THIS STORY TO SKIP TO THE SUMMARY, BUT I RECOMMEND THAT YOU DO TAKE THE TIME TO READ AND GET AN IDEA OF THE POSSIBLE OUTCOMES. THESE SERVICES HAVE CAUSED A LOT OF PAIN AND MANIPULATION THAT MADE ME FEEL CRAZIER THAN ALL THE DOCTORS CLAIMED I WAS]
I will tell you that upon coming here it wasn't for therapy, in fact my mother brought me here one day before I was 18 years old (a legal adult) to apply me into their social services for the benefits that came along with being in them. The idea was to get a professional to help me get a job, benefit from Kancare that would pay for my medications, and re-enter me into a closer therapy office (in which at the time I was unaware). On the day before my birthday, I signed and had no idea what sort of nightmare lay ahead. I was assigned a psychiatrist (for medication, whom of which I discontinued to see due to the fact I already had a reliable one), a therapist by the name of Mandy (Beware of this name and keep it in mind as you read because she is part of the very root that made this experience a living hell), and over the course of a few months 3 different social workers. I will begin by telling you to avoid the therapeutic services offered only because of the obvious therapeutic abuse and manipulation that followed these (required) services. Mandy initially began with meetings with both my mother and I present-- and these meetings seemed reassuring... But very quickly, a stiff decline in her treatment toward me and the problems I had became apparent and caused a sort of anxiety and depression I did not have until then. You see, they have strict treatment plans with a few problems you want to address and work on--- although, the person typing them out and wording them would alter these things into easy, simplistic and almost offensive ways of describing your "illness." At the time- I came in insisting on help for coping with the most difficult form of PTSD (C-PTSD), in which they were NOT qualified to treat, so instead they called it "anxiety" and "depression" and "trouble with peers and keeping close friends." Now in my own words and recalling of a therapy session I will describe to the best I can without bias and exaggerating because I am trying desperately to help anyone who may come here and be further damaged due to the therapy abuse. I had recently been raped and came in depressed and at first said I didn't want to talk about due to the fear of triggers... Mandy immediately dismissed the fact I had been raped less than a week ago and tried to follow a treatment plan about dealing with anxiety. This disturbed me and I refused to talk about anxiety when I wanted to discuss my pain and trauma without describing or retelling my incident. Mandy got annoyed and after refusing to discuss her textbook terms "black and white thinking" which was irrelevant and unhelpful, she immediately began to shoot me down. She began to, what it seems, guilt me and make me feel as if I were a problem. I exploded and tried to discuss the rape--- not because I wanted to, but because I needed her to know why I was so emotional... Mandy responded with, "I thought you didn't want to talk about that." and went on about how I said I didn't want to and she would rather "Stick the plan." I exploded once again and criticized her therapy and she ended our session by giving me an assignment of "figuring out why I felt the need to criticize her therapy to feel better about myself." The final thing I wanted to discuss and perhaps the most important thing-- was the periodic treatment plan organization-whatever. Basically, they had a therapist, a therapist they assigned my mom with a computer taking notes, and a man I assume is involved with planning it. This session is where they hung my KanCare over my head and basically told me to join and follow through with their plan or lose my healthcare. They used my mom's therapist (which they implied she NEEDED because of what pain I put her through from having PTSD and seemed to try to guilt me into signing a series of papers)
Summary: This place from what I experienced is toxic. They made me feel more "mentally Ill" than I actually was and did everything but the treatment I sought "because they weren't qualified" and tried to alternatively treat me for things I did not have. The Social Services here are just as bad and do not help--- they hire young people with absolutely no knowledge necessary to help those seeking their services and are basically there to help kids and young adults do things their parents don't have time to do. I encourage EVERYONE considering these services to consider what happens behind closed doors and what things are said to vulnerable patients only seeking help.