We decided, a week ago, that our next appointment with our CPN needs to be our last – she’s leaving, we have nothing new that we’re willing to discuss with her, nothing new that we need to do. And so yesterday we spoke to her on the phone and suggested that, now we know the plan, now we know that she won’t be handing over to anyone else, we call it a day.
She has other service users on her case load who do need to be handed over to whoever, or who need extra things put in place, or who are also involved with other agencies who she needs to liaise with. Sitting at our kitchen table with a brew, pleasant as that is, isn’t a good use of her time – or ours. And as her current appointments mean squidging us in late on a Wednesday – when we’re already talked out from seeing our psych and in need of some down time – it makes sense to finish sooner rather than later.
It still feels slightly as if we are shutting the door on her, but in a healthy way rather than a knee jerk reaction. There’s no point dragging out the inevitable, it makes sense. So as much as it seems almost like good riddance, like we can’t wait to see the back of her, it’s not. It’s a carefully thought out goodbye – just a little sooner than we originally anticipated.