Yup, we're officially firing the therapist. Saturday will be Bear's last visit and I'm taking the weenie way out and sending Hubby. Think less of me if you must, but I've got enough on my plate. I'd send him a detailed e-mail, but... of course he wouldn't read it. Maybe I should, just for my own peace of mind. In my spare time.
After all my angst, I just told Hubby that I want to fire the therapist and he said, "Ok" as long as I find a new therapist first. So the search for a new therapist begins. I have to find a male therapist, with experience working with complex adolescents of trauma, who will talk to the parents (so far not an issue for any therapist!), who takes Medicaid, and is accepting new patients.
So far I've found one (hence being able to fire current therapist). He may not be a good personality match for Bear (older, a touch prissy), but he's worked with all of Bear's issues... just not all in one kid. Still, he's willing to try. We have an introductory meeting on Monday which is a school holiday so I'll need to find childcare.
I found one that seemed perfect, but of course he's not taking new patients. I have calls in to a couple others. Wish me luck!