Many people feel anxious and nervous before their first appointment and that is completely normal. The fear of the unknown is a big worry for many people; however, you have already made the first big step in your journey of improving your own well-being by making a new member appointment.
We will do our best to make you feel comfortable and to soothe any anxieties you may have had with relation to coming here. Come into the reception, where you will be greeted with a warm welcome by one of our wonderful reception volunteers who will sign you in and escort you to the Sunshine café where you will be able to make yourself a hot drink. You also have the option to wait in reception if you prefer this. One of our Support Coordinators (Debs, Shelley, Holly) will come and introduce themselves then take you into one of our comfortable therapy rooms. There is no in-depth assessment and there is no pressure to talk about anything you don’t want to. New member appointment outline:
We understand going into a new activity can be daunting, that’s why we offer support sessions when you first start. Our support sessions are 1:1 appointment with one of our Support Coordinators. During support sessions you will receive moral support as a new member enabling you to feel more comfortable attending the centre, especially going into new classes. We offer around 4-5 sessions of up to 30 minutes (availability permitting). This can be face to face or over the phone. After your New Member appointment, we will take you for a tour around the centre and answer any questions that you may have. Once you have had this appointment you will be a member and able to attend our classes/activities. It was supposed to be the first day of the rest of my life, but instead it was nearly the last. On the day my first daughter was born my life took purpose and was nearly taken from almost immediately afterwards.
One week after I first walked into hospital I finally left. Life with a new baby is intense; particularly if, like mine, your new baby has colic and reflux and especially if you are breastfeeding. Every feed was a struggle for me to produce and my new-born would respond, in thanks, by throwing it back up over me again. We would repeat this dance all day and then spend our evenings with her constantly screaming out for something I couldn’t quite identify or seem to provide. I was plagued by intrusive thoughts, so much so I refused to leave the house most days as I was convinced my baby was going to die if we did. The house was no safer as I worried I might accidentally knock my baby’s head on the stone wall of our spiral staircase or that I might throw her against the fireplace and how her head might look after. I was convinced these thoughts meant I was a terrible mother so I hid them from everyone for a very long time. It was when I became pregnant again that what I had been through reached crisis point. I was terrified I was going to die this time after my previous experience. I was classed as “high risk” because of my previous haemorrhages but this meant little in the way of medical reassurance and my concerns about my mortality were belittled or ignored. I spent my entire pregnancy feeling like a prisoner on death row until I started going to a pregnancy yoga class; it was the one time in the week where my brain was quiet of its questions and its flashbacks; where the panic didn’t stick in my throat causing me to feel like I couldn’t breathe, where there wasn’t a full time project that needed managing or a toddler who wanted snacks and me to play elaborate pretend games. It was my time for me and my baby. A moment; a pause in the chaos. A reminder to just breathe. I was eventually signed off work with my anxiety in the lead up to my due date. I confided in my yoga teacher about my situation and it was she who mentioned post-traumatic stress disorder. Was that not just something people who had lived through wars had? Having a diagnosis, albeit a self-diagnosis helped me put my symptoms into perspective; I wasn’t crazy, I had suffered through a great trauma; I believed I was going to die and then this message was reiterated to me several times throughout the next few days. I was forced to confront my own mortality at a time when I was most vulnerable to mental ill-health already. I still couldn’t control or see into the future but I could prepare for it. I started plastering positive birthing affirmations around my house; one on my bedroom mirror, one behind the hob. I spent ages on my hypnobirthing music, focusing on a smooth and easy birth. Whenever an intrusive thought sneaked in I reminded myself that my body was literally made for this. Knowledge was power and I knew what I needed to do this time from my own side to avoid haemorrhaging. There were things that I could take control of. I never felt ready for what was to come but when my labour came I embraced it with my full force; employing all my techniques and tactics I had learned at yoga and through my own studies. I had a relatively easy time of it and text my friend after she was born proclaiming “she’s here; that was a walk in the park!” I now think of yoga as part of my daily routine, like brushing my hair. At times I find motherhood difficult and some days remembering to exhale feels like a conscious act. Knowing that I have that time to breathe after they are both in bed can keep me focused on getting through an epic bedtime stand-off. When things are hard I hold onto something my yoga teacher once said to me: after a contraction there is always an expansion. |
What our members are saying"In gratitude for the wonderful care and counselling I have received at the ‘Creative Living Centre’. I feel anything I could possibly write could never convey my heart felt appreciation for the kind care from all at the centre."
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Charity Number: 1064628
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