After losing my job, my apartment, my love life, my regular doctor, half my 401K, my mother who just passed, most of my sense of smell (put peroxid in my nose as a compulsion) and time, oh yes time, it has been 3 years since the diagnosis of OCD, and the hill is still steep, but - yes there is a but - thank God I am no longer, the Rob that cannot say no, the guy who does every little think based on guilt, the guy who allowed people to bully him, afraid to be open about his mental health disorder, the person who just hoped God would take care of the world around him, and thank God for being able to write and share this with you. Yet if you check my title there is a little quip about an OCD center, unfortunately I cannot be as thankful to the current state of Mental Health treatment in the USA. I am in my third year of trying to get treatment for a mental health disorder that has been diagnosed by multiple clinics, that one percent of the population apparently has. Yet after turning every leaf, hundreds of phone calls, the reexplaining to multiple health agencies, goverment officials, etc. there is no where in NY to get help for severe OCD. The richest city in America and I, a college graduate, a person who worked for City of New York for 14 years, who is able bodied, whose maybe only gifted skillset is the ability to comminicate well, cannot get adequate mental health treatment. I paid into social security into the thousands, I have contacted the Commissioner of Mental Health, The Board of Mental Health Lawyers for NY (who advised me to "Try google" to make the problem go away) and have been to 4 OCD prestigous OCD centers, and still nothing.
My last hurah has gone like this. Call OCD center speak to a doctor for an hour about getting into the OCD center who advises me to call or Go to OCD center to make an appointment to be admitted. I go there in person was told that I cannot initiate the process in person and that I must Call a telephone nuumber given by the OCD Center to an office a few doors down from admissions desk at the OCD center to book a phone appointment to see if I can come to the OCD center for an evaluation. This increases my anxiety. I Leave a message because no one answers and there is no message saying whose voicemail it is. I do not trust the number so I also leave a personal note to be delivered to that persons mailbox.Do not get a call within 48 hours as was told so I call back the number again. I receive a call the next day, a psychologist calls me, and then just says to me, "What do I want?" even though I left him a discriptive message in writing and on the phone and already spoke to two of his colleagues. I reexplain myself, anxiety increases, and he tells me I have to make an appointment with him to do a phone screening. He calls I do the screening and then hes says he will call me back in a week. He does not. I call back and he tells me that the director needs to talk to me and will calll me in 48 hours. He does not. I call back the original doctor and plead with him to give me feedback on my case and magically the director calls the next day. He tells me I have too much OCD to come to the program something I heard from two other OCD Centers! I ask him to put it in writing telling him I am desperate for treatment and am in need of it because my life is in dissaray, he says he won't but upon hearing my friend in the background is listening changes his tune, says I have been to the center before and he is not sure I can come again (I went to the center while I was working and my boss refused to let me come in an hour early for treatment so I had to quit) but then after speaking to my freind agreed to write me a letter saying I was too severe to treat. I asked him to please let me get some sort of assistance for getting help for my disorder and he directed me to a Crisis center in the hospital. My mom passes away. I go back to the hospital, get the letter, wait 2 hours at the Crisis center, and tell them what the doctor said and show them the letter. They do not really understand why he would send me there so they tell me they need a week to talk to the director. I mention to the Psychiatrist that when my Mom died my OCD took a little bit of a sidestep because I was so focused on the grief. I was told I would be called in a week. No one calls. I call back and was told I need to come back in to speak to the director with the crisis center manager (WHY?? Anxiety is maxing). I am given an appointment date to meet with them, they do not call me at the time and are half hour late to come out to get me for the appointment. They come out laughing and joyful with no tact and kind of fake friendlyness. I sit down and the director looks at me and goes, "So what can we do for you?", seriously, I go "Outside of everything I have spoken to your office about???" 'Well' he says, 'How can we help you?' to which I said I have OCD and need treatment. "Well how does OCD effect you?" to which I go through the symptoms of OCD in laymens terms, anxiety and sadness are playing hide and go seek. I will not bore you with the horrible groveling I had to do just to possibly get group treatment for OCD, how the director said "Well you said your symptoms were getting better" to which I said, "I told the doctor that some of my symptoms took a step back when my mother died", "Well we cannot help you with the other stuff if that what you are expecting" he said repeatedly insinuating there was some other omen involved with me to which I figured out he meant greiving which is not a mental illness but a natural emotion. They insinuated that because I breifly stated that when my mother died my OCD symptoms changed a bit as the impetus for the meeting we were having. I was told that I would get a call from the social worker. She called and told me that I would have to make another appointment for an assesment before I could receive treatment for my OCD through the Crisis center via the OCD center at the OCD center. This is where my mental health stands.