Things were going reasonably good… right up until they weren’t.
So, the fun began when my psychiatrist was being a fucking pussy about ordering certain things for me. I had told him that I wanted him to do certain things, and provided research support to back it up. One thing was to order high dose vitamin B6 to counteract my lithium-induced tremor. I provided a research paper, and I’ve taken that dose before with no issues. In addition to that, I wanted to go up on my Cytomel (thyroid hormone) to the dose I’d been on before. But no, he was a fucking pussy and too scared to order it. At least he told me that he was iffy on the Cytomel. He didn’t tell me about the B6, and I discovered when the nurse came to offer me 10% of the dose I should have been getting.
So I told them fuck it, I was done, and I wanted to leave. So they insisted on making me wait to see the on-call psychiatrist. This old bat was fucking loopier than I was. She told me she was going to certify me under the Mental Health Act because I seemed to be “dissociating.” What the actual fuck? I was not in any way dissociating, and I told her so. Dumb cunt certified me anyway.
So that was the end of me cooperating with anything. I didn’t take my hs (bedtime) meds, which meant I didn’t sleep, and I was up all night with the mice (of which there’s a clan of at least 3). The day staff that came on said I “refused” ECT this morning, but the fucking pansy-ass night staff were scared of me and didn’t say anything to me. It’s hard to “refuse” something when the staff aren’t talking to you.
Shitty timing, as my pansy ass psychiatrist is off today, so I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to fight to not have a second certificate done and be allowed to go against medical advice. About all I have to say to the staff is that they can go fuck themselves.
So that’s what’s going on in my world. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have an update that I’m out of here.
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This is an unfortunate turn of events. On the plus side, you definitely have a book outlined with the series of posts about this psych stay. Is there a way to piecemeal the care you got (the effective parts) in an outpatient setting? Sn: I’m so pissed at how these nurses violate your human rights for simply being assertive. Still rooting for you!
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You got me thinking, we all know how that goes. This is what I came up with… “You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. Unless you have a pile of shit. Flies love shit.” I was trying to find the comedian who said something like, “Who the fuck sits around all day trying to figure out the best way to catch flies?” Anyway, if I found it, you know it would have been classic!
Give’em hell Ashley. Joke’em if they can’t take a fuck
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Hahaha love it!!!
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What a bad joke. And they say that progress is being made in addressing discrimination and stigmatization in mental health? I call it SHIT! My research shows that it’s being “reported” but the statistics aren’t changing. Why? Super simple reason = actions need to be remarkable enough to produce a shift and while actions are NOT required and providing any degree of respect for intellectual patients there is zero change. In fact, the only progress I’ve seen documented is to discredit patients and reinforce biased mental health “professionals” due to the vague or variety symptoms. It is pathetic. If I had my way, all mental health “professionals” would be required to wear body cams like police in order to capture the encounters a/k/a our treatment sessions. Maybe then the bar would be raised and we’d receive ETHICAL treatment. Until then, do what you need to and get the help you need. Fight on…. accepting treatment that’s unhelpful, destructive, and fails to align with your history is WRONG. I give a happy-faced middle-finger wave to everyone you’re dealing with right now. It’s good to be mad about it.
Yeah, there’s a lot of fucking lame-ass excuses for mental health professionals. Thanks for your support!
So sorry to hear things are turning out so differently since your last update.
It fucks me off when someone with a mental health condition, who rightly so gets angry, that these so called professionals put it down in notes to make it look like its your mental health condition thats the cause and not simply that you are angry because of not feeling listened to. I hear this a lot.
I hope there is a turnaround in your next post, where you have support.
If I remember right, you had an advocate didn’t you? Whats happened to that person, if so?
I didn’t need the advocate any more when I was made voluntary, but I’ll need to get back in touch with her again.
Sorry to read this and hope things improve for you.
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Oh, no. I’m sorry you’re having such a rough time now. And ,really, dissociating??? I dissociate several times per day and no one would even know it. Hmmm. I really hope things get better for you soon and doctors will listen! xoxo
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And privileged fools have told me that all I gotta do is lie about suicidality and I’ll get free lodging in the psych ward. Count my … condensing privileged sister as one of the bleeps who has no lived experience and who thinks psych ward is a nice vacation that’s also free. I called them privileged and she got defensive, saying:
“I hope you also realise that sometimes this lack of knowledge is not because people are privileged but because they simply do not know because they have not had a need to know.”.
Which is a privilege in itself!!!! Not having to know IS a privilege GEEZ!!! I feel like I can’t roll my eyes hard enough.
Fuck shitty staff and people who think inpatient is amazing.
Oh for fuck’s sake…
Definitely still rolling my eyes because my sister was one of those fools who says they’re a bit OCD when they just like being organised.
Half wish we could stick these people (including the shit staff at your ward) foe a 1 month stay in your ward…
Now that would be fun….
You be whatever you need to be to survive at the time…
When I was in a mental health ward over here…the psychiatrist took me off all my meds… anyone knows that that is what you shouldn’t do…
They asked me hardly any questions…
Because I walked into an oncoming bus at the time before I went in, they just see you like you’re crazy anyway…
Let them think what they need to…
You are surviving, and that’s all you gotta do right now…
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Love you too… ❤
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I meant “condescending” haha.
Wow, that really sounds shitty! Really hope you can get out of there very soon.
Thank you!
I’m curious what was in that email. I’ve sent many an inappropriate, spur on of the moment email myself when “not in my right mind”, whatever that really means. Sometimes it’s good to let something out, whether it’s anger or horniness.
I’m so sorry for what’s happened. I don’t get it. Not many patients in a hospital setting, let alone in a psychiatric setting, can or do assert their needs like you have. Not many are going to look into what they need, provide back-up research on it and state why certain treatment is needed. The thing is, many “professionals” HATE that patients know more than they do. But they should still listen, just grow some balls and admit you don’t know everything and fucking listen to your patient. Fuck’s sake. As for thinking you’re in need of being kept there against your will because of dissociating, maybe you should show them your blog posts. I don’t think your eloquent writing and intelligent reasoning is something they could ignore.
The email contained some rather explicit descriptions of certain things I was in the mood to do. One thing that kind of amuses me is that I sent it from one of the patient computers on the ward. I’m a bit surprised that they don’t have any parental control kind of thing that would flag the sort of stuff I was talking about.
Definitely glad I’m out of there now. The guinea pigs are glad to have me home too.
Ugh!! ((Hugs)) I’m furious on your behalf.
What fuckwits! Wish I could be there to advocate for you, but chances are they’d commit me for yelling at them and we’d be stuck in there together lol.
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reminds me of some of my hospital stays! God, hoping not to have to go there any time soon…
Me too!