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That’s the American Health System for you.
Honestly, it’s the same all over the world, especially when it comes to mental health.
In the American health care system, the conversation ends with “It costs how much? Sorry, I can’t afford that.” The system discriminates against the poor because it’s geared toward making a profit instead of treating health care as a right.
Unfortunately, most universal health care systems don’t cover mental health, and the coverage on private insurance systems for mental health care is barely enough to cover 3 sessions. So, the conversation when trying to find help for depression and other mental disorders also end the same way.
And the UK health system.
And Germany. Too few therapists, too many patients. (This goes for regular doctors, too, not just therapists.)
In the US system the appointment is probably $200-$300 a session of you don’t have insurance. In that way we are special.
Its funny, my therapist dumped me after 20+ years, and I had nothing. Its taken me four months to get a new one but now I have two. If I didn’t have somebody to come home to I’d have never survived.
I just love how society will tell you that you should seek medical attention when you have so much as a trivial skin blemish, because “you should take care of your body!” but when the problem is with your brain, which is part of your body, “iT’s AlL iN yOuR hEaD!”
What? Really?! I had no idea that my squishy-thinky-bits were in my *head!* Who could have guessed?
The rest of your meatsack, which is really just a messy, inefficient life support suit for the brain, is totally deserving of every bit of care and attention you can lavish on it… but care for the thing that the rest of you literally exists to preserve and transport is a luxury. But, of course, if what you needed help with kills you, then you’re a pathetic failure who should have just toughened up and dealt with it. Y’know, because that’s *definitely* how that works.
To say nothing of the amount of motivation needed to kill yourself anyways. It’s not as easy as just pressing the “give up” button.