True story, not date related... A few years ago (2002) my therapist of 4 years had to leave. He referred my name to another man. The man, who I call Dr.Cliffy, called and scheduled an appointment. He left it on The answering machine (again, it was 2002). The day of the appointment arrived (I had never responded to his message). Something told me not to go. It may have been that with his introductory message he rambled for 2 minutes, hung up, then called again for another minute! That told me the man was not someone I would deal with or could deal with. He seemed bonkers! Certifiable!
Half an hour before the time, he calls and leaves a message that he has "just checked the waiting room" and didn't see me there. (We had never met, so he would have been calling out my name)
An hour later, he calls and leaves another message. Says he thinks I may have been mixed up about the day and time of the appointment, and to call to set up for the following week. I never did. Fortunately, Dr.Cliffy never called again!
Yikes. Some people just don't know when to give up!
My story, not related except that it involved a potential therapist, was actually humorous in the end.
I got a list of therapists to call, and was more or less going down the line, leaving messages. Except one number, a woman answered the phone with just "hello". The therapist for that number was a man. So I asked if this was Dr. X's office, as I'm aware some people must work out of their home. I guess I thought maybe it was his assistant, or wife.
Oh. Wait a minute, I left something out. His answering machine had picked up just a second before the woman did. Important for later.
She said yes it was, so I said I was looking to make an appointment. She asked me what it was about, which I thought a little odd. But, I was in a bad way and wanted to see someone. So I gave her a general short answer. She started asking me more questions, increasingly probing, and I'm realizing definately not how the conversation should be going.
I enventually said I really wasn't comfortable telling her any more, and did he have open times. She then told me how he was a very busy man, and that he didn't have time to see anyone. Also something about she didn't think he'd be able to help me.
I was like "uhhhh....ok." and just moved on.
Later that day I got a call, and it was Dr. X.
He apologized profusely, saying that was his elderly mother, who was in early stage dementia. He explained she lived with him now so he could care for her. In addition, his office was in his home. He had gone out for awhile, and had left his answering machine on. But since he wasn't used to having to lock his office door, he forgot. She heard the phone and decided to check things out. The entire conversation had been recorded. I could just imagine him listening to it with his head in his hands. I thought it was nice of him to say that he was grateful I hadn't gotten angry with her. "She's just very protective of me." This guy had to be in his 40's or 50's.
He told me his schedule was full at the time anyway, but wished me luck.