In this article, I will tell you about my experience when I went to a psychosomatic (psychiatric-like) clinic for the first time in my life because my job was too hard.
I tried to get a medical certificate ... that's why I knocked on the door of the psychosomatic clinic ...
The bottom line is that I came to myself and said, "Something is different," and eventually quit going to the hospital.
*This is just my personal experience. Please use it as a reference only.
- I went to a psychosomatic clinic because work was too hard and I couldn't stop crying.
I went to a psychosomatic clinic because work was too hard and I couldn't stop crying.
Not anymore.Everything had reached its limits.
I have a lot of work tasks and I work overtime every day...overtime...work on holidays.
Every Thursday or Friday, I would think to myself, "Which day should I work this Saturday or Sunday...will I make it if I don't work Saturday or Sunday?
I'm already overloaded with work, and then another job comes along and I'm like, "I've got to go back to work.I can't do this anymore!!!!"And it could have exploded at any moment.
I was still crying and exploding, though.
I'm going to be a bit of a psycho if I'm pushed this hard.
But then I thought, "Finally, I'm in trouble!" I thought, "Can't I get a medical certificate and take a leave of absence from work?" So I went to a psychosomatic clinic.
It is a so-called mental clinic-like hospital.
I never thought I'd be going to some kind of mental health clinic.
I thought psychosomatic medicine was a dark atmosphere, but it wasn't.
It was the first time in my life that I went to a psychosomatic clinic, so I had many imaginations before I went.
Like, "Is it kind of dim?" "Are there a lot of people who look downcast?" ...stuff like that.
I went there with a negative imagination and a lot of stereotypes.
But when I actually went there, the receptionist was very crisp and the hospital was brightly lit (obviously).
The patients do not appear to be sick at all at first glance.
I remember being relieved that it was not as I had imagined it to be like that.
After completing the reception, you will be taken to a private room.
I was a little nervous as I waited, and then my name or number was called and I was shown to a private room.
The moment I walked into the room and sat down in the chair.A teacher with a super big smile.He greeted me with a "Hello!
Yes.A teacher with a super smile on his face.
I came to myself... or rather, I thought, "Something might be different! I thought.
*This is just my personal opinion.
I, I...I saw this teacher's super full face & smile that was too abashed with kindness, and it made me feel a little uncomfortable.The first is that it is a very good idea to use the same type of equipment as the second.
I am sure that some people are soothed by such smiles, and I am not trying to say that the teacher's smile is not good.
howeverMaybe something's different."I thought. My heart was racing! I thought.
But I couldn't say, "I'm going home," so I told them what had happened so far.
I also told him about my feelings and physical ailments, and finally I told him that I wanted a medical certificate, and it seemed that I should go to a neurologist. I told him that I wanted a medical certificate.
Neurology...? （What is that?
At this time, my heart was full, of course, but at the same timeHeadache halfway through the daySo it was.
So, according to the doctor, it is better to cure the physical ailment first.
You're right.I thought. (As expected of a teacher)
The day ended for the time being with a feeling of, "If you still feel the pain even after healing your physical discomfort, please come back again."
I was relieved that he was not a doctor who tries to solve everything with drugs.
Leaving the hospital, I felt indescribably emotional.
It may have been close to a feeling of relief. (Is this what you wanted to be told...?)
And when I was talking to the doctor, I thought that maybe this place should be used by people who are much more sick at heart than I am, and I felt as if I was acting thoughtlessly and rudely.
Because it was for diagnostic purposes.
No, but I was pretty much in a corner too...
With those feelings, I think I thought, "Something is different" in total.
By no means am I trying to say, "Don't take the easy way out and get a medical certificate! I don't mean to imply that you should easily get a medical certificate.
Those who are in pain should be proactive and get a medical certificate or something written down and take a break.
But I just thought something was different in my case and this was the result. And after this day, I never went to a psychosomatic clinic.
Eventually, I talked to a senior colleague at the company, reduced my workload, and left the company a few months later.
I didn't get a written diagnosis, but made the decision to quit.
In fact, it was not only the company, but also my personal life that was so scattered that I was forced to reset everything.
(The timing at this point was well, wonderful. Because things were going on for everything to reset. Oh man, I spied on it.)
I'm not going to get into a tangent, and this is just my personal experience, but I went to a psychosomatic clinic and felt uncomfortable, and I never went back there after that.
To be honest, it was almost an agonizing decision to go to a psychosomatic clinic, so I guess I kind of came to my senses.
Here's where I said, "I don't want to rely on this place!" I thought.
I know this may sound corny, but...In my case.
If I had not gone to the psychosomatic clinic, I would never have had these thoughts, and I am glad that I did as a result.
This was such an experience.