Discharged - I lied!
Okay so its stupid to complain about a free system, but here I am adding my complaint. I was taken on by Maternal Mental Health soon after my third trimester, then discharged once Cecily hit 6 months because I seemed to be stable. Then I had to self-refer myself around the time Cec turned 7 months because I was falling apart and having my darling husband come home roughly once a week before I fell apart. The psychiatrist I was assigned was HORRIBLE…. I’ll leave out the stupid questions I was asked, but in the end I had to TELL him what meds I needed, because he was quite content to play with the dosage of the medication that clearly was not working (I know because i was on the damn things for nearly 9 months and was getting worse). I was on a great mix of meds back in America and they had just come out in this country the month before, so I begged to be put on them.
I was soon to find out that they cost $200 for the lot a month… not subsidised. The pharmacist assured me all I needed was a small signature from my psychiatrist, quite simple don’t worry honey, saying that I needed this medication and I could get it for the usual $30 or less.
Nothing doing, oohhh no.
After a half hour on the phone trying to remind the assigned psychiatrist who I was, including repeating my name no less than 10 times (he does not appear to speak english very well? And i had just seem him the day before!), I was promptly told he had no clue what I was talking about and would call me back once he figured it out. I waited two days for him to call back to tell me no he can not give me the signature, he’s not even sure what it is for (um isn’t this your job?) but I cannot sign that you need these meds. (Note to sceptical reader: I tried to assure him many many many times that I could get a very detailed history from previous psychiatrists of all the medications i tried until I reached a very successful stability under the ones I begged him for)
In the end I complained to my assigned community nurse , saying I would like a new psychiatist assigned… and was politely but firmly informed that I was being silly and should give him another chance, that they really didn’t have the resources to bother with minor complaints and if he says he can’t help me then thats that. I won’t go into what I read into the rest of her attitude because its heresey, but I assure you it isn’t complimentary.
Grr. Its, oh, three months? later and when my community nurse saw me today, I assured her I am quite happy and stable and thanks for the help I can do it on my own. Lots of smiles, have a good day 
I didn’t even bother telling her that I’m going to go pay for some bloody help because I’m tired of being treated like just another bit of paper work. I’m far more stable than I have been since I had Cecily thanks to these meds, but I’m under a great deal of stress and need a lot more fine tuning, and it took me 2… TWO… months to get the damn psychiatrist to up my meds to what I know is my stable dosage…
ah bugger it. Cecily is wanting to play and I’m done ranting. Signing off