My counselor at Sound Mental Health called today to reschedule my appointment. She had a family emergency and we had to cancel last time. So, we reset it for this Thursday and she said she would call DSHS about the never ending stream of paperwork that never seems to make it where it's supposed to go thus making my frequent appearance repeatedly called for in these offices.
So, DSHS as usual, doesn't get the memo and they call me after I left a message over a week ago when they say they will call back within three days. And when I answer and try to say that my counselor is going to call her, she won't let me talk and keeps repeating my natural first name, "Robin, Robin, Robin, Robin." I keep trying to inform her, as a client, of the status of my case. She just keeps murmuring my name, telling me she's gone all over my case, and that I have to have something signed every month. I told her that's fine, but be aware that I hear a different schedule every time this happens, which is often.
I feel so important, really. I am sure I have never heard my name so oft repeated in the span of any five minutes to date. But, seriously, I left a message with my counselor asking her to please call for me because these people are making me sicker. I've been homeless for four years, and before that, long before that I grew up in a place called Old Lakewood City, an important and unique place in the nation. That place left me with a strong point of view and as I explained to my counselor, I'm not plain dumb. I've also had a particularly adventurous life as an American woman born in 1962. I really don't go around expecting everyone to understand that, but it is still my life as I have lived it in this country and I'm proud of it. I am proud of where I grew up and proud of every piece of life I've lived through. I have been aggressively feminist by way of word and life and people, men and women both, can have a distinct disdain for that. I understand that, too. But, I have also done my time on this front, and I'm sure I'm far too old to bring about the repeating of my name as mantra or a kind of swearing frustration when all I was trying to say is, "My people will call you!"