Trying to do cbt remotely is fucking pointless. It's just ticking the box so they can say they're doing something.Just phoned Trent psychological service in Chesterfield to confirm that I wish to proceed with something called CBT..
We can arrange a telephone call or video call on October 20th..
" what's wrong with you people..I don't do either of those and you got all my details there in front of you explaining circumstances, situation and reasons why a specific criteria as to be met if I'm to be a patient " I said...
"We don't do face to face in person appointments and have no contact details for you so have been unable to contact you and arrange anything " she said..
" If you don't have my phone number and address how did you call me two days ago or send me a letter or were able to confirm my details a second ago " I said...
She repeated herself talking bullshit and I said just send me a letter confirming that you are unable to fulfill your promise to help me and that you just keep messing me about and stalling all the time passing the buck..
Fucking liars..How is anyone supposed to confide and trust these people with real life past experiences and the effects they have on our every day lives when they're a bunch of lying incompetent fucking pc fucking excuse after excuse half wits. I wouldn't trust em to watch paint dry...fucking wankers..lying fucking bullshiting wankers...
If they don't have my details for writing letters or contacting me by phone..what the fucks this..
Oh yeah that's right I'm crazy and just imagined they phoned and wrote to me...
Well now your all crazy to and imagined you saw this post..
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It's the future Mrs Duck.Whose stacy? #stalker?
It's the future Mrs Duck.
I've met her & she's not only lovely, she doesn't appear to be mentally defective in any way?
I reckon Duck must have drugged her
So can you imagine trying to do that over a phone call with no ability to read a person? It's absurd what Duck is being offered. A fucking fob off.Her initial educated guess was a fair assumption. But it took me weeks to convince her that she was barking up the wrong tree.
Surely you didn't think any of us were talking about having undergone Cognitive Behavioural Therapy?
That pi$$ed before 8pm!the occupants are at least three very pissed (intoxicated) women, the driver included I believe, asking me if I've got a fucking light for their cigarette
Out on the bike this evening and some twat pulls out in front of me on a roundabout, so I sounded my horn and made a few hand signals whilst blasting past the car, anyway a few hundred yards after the roundabout are a set of lights, which were red, the car pulls up alongside me and the window comes down, so I'm prepared for an exchange of abuse, but the occupants are at least three very pissed (intoxicated) women, the driver included I believe, asking me if I've got a fucking light for their cigarette
No they were fat munters, I don't think even you would haveEeeeee if you was 40 years younger you'd have give them a right fucking.
No they were fat munters; I don't think even you would have
Don't talk daft, a few pints and you would have been up them like a Rat up a drain pipe.True. I'm holding out and wouldn't want to scrape the barrel in case someone special finds out.
Don't talk daft, a few pints and you would have been up them like a Rat up a drain pipe.
if you dig her up she won't complainHow is your Mum btw?
if you dig her up she won't complain