This Crazy Life

Finding a new therapist is hard. Especially for my daughter.  First you have to find someone that is willing to take her on.  You have to find someone that is willing to work with her and not decide her eating disorder/OCD is too severe and she needs a higher level of care.  You need someone that will listen and understand we’ve done all of that and at this point taking baby steps is what we need.  Then you have to find someone that she is comfortable with and is willing to work with.  We’ve had a great therapist for the past year, and this is where we are now.  It’s really not a fun place.  It’s overwhelming.  Calling. Talking.  Relaying messages.  I did have my daughter look for potential therapists she thought would be a good fit.  So that gave us a good starting point.  I had found one, but she is FBT certified and that was an automatic no.  She would never be able to trust her/me if we worked with someone that could do FBT.  I think it’s silly and she would have been good.  But again, unless she buys in there’s no reason to even try it.  I’ve reached out to two via the contact me forms on their websites and haven’t gotten back to me yet.  So, I’m assuming they don’t think she’s a good fit.  Or I don’t know.  I will start calling them.  Today.  Maybe.  Ugh.