
phoenixx
Experienced
- Apr 8, 2019
- 261
Back when I was around 14/15, I was in a really bad place mentally. I was being bullied at school, my grandmother had passed away and I just wasn't coping well at all. I was suffering with depression and anxiety, I was suicidal and self harming. Going to school was really hard for me. I'd cry everyday and wouldn't want to go. I couldn't concentrate in classes and I would skip lessons. It got so bad that I refused to go and would literally barricade myself in my room, crying and screaming because I just couldn't handle it and would rather die than go there. It got so bad that I ended up dropping out of school by the age of 15.
In the year before I left, I was referred to this place called CAMHS (Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services) and let me tell you, this place was a joke. I'd have to wait months in between appointments and each time I went there, I always saw different people which was difficult for me and I felt like I had to explain everything each time. The sessions would last an hour and I never felt any better afterwards. It just felt like waste of time. One time, I had made an attempt and still wanted to end my life (and was still self harming) so I had to see someone immediately. I spoke to this "counsellor" and she told me "oh you have a good relationship with your mother so you're not actually going to kill yourself" and brushed off my attempt and suicidal thoughts like they were nothing and then moved on to talk about different things. I was then sent home and my mother was told to just keep an eye on me. I was there to get help. At the time, I really did want help and I wanted to get better but I just left there feeling worse and I felt like I wasn't being taken seriously. My whole experience there was just awful and it didn't do me any good. When I left school, I never got another appointment again.
A few years later, after an overdose, I went to my GP and explained how bad I was feeling. Again, the way I was spoken to just felt like I wasn't being taken seriously. I had bad anxiety which effected me to the point where I couldn't go out alone (and it's not much better even now) and when I told her this, she said "you should just try to go out!". I was then given antidepressants and sent on my way.
These experiences, along with others, has made me not want to seek any more help. I just feel like I'll be dealt in the same way again, not taken seriously and just be given more medication.
Anyone else have any similar experiences?
In the year before I left, I was referred to this place called CAMHS (Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services) and let me tell you, this place was a joke. I'd have to wait months in between appointments and each time I went there, I always saw different people which was difficult for me and I felt like I had to explain everything each time. The sessions would last an hour and I never felt any better afterwards. It just felt like waste of time. One time, I had made an attempt and still wanted to end my life (and was still self harming) so I had to see someone immediately. I spoke to this "counsellor" and she told me "oh you have a good relationship with your mother so you're not actually going to kill yourself" and brushed off my attempt and suicidal thoughts like they were nothing and then moved on to talk about different things. I was then sent home and my mother was told to just keep an eye on me. I was there to get help. At the time, I really did want help and I wanted to get better but I just left there feeling worse and I felt like I wasn't being taken seriously. My whole experience there was just awful and it didn't do me any good. When I left school, I never got another appointment again.
A few years later, after an overdose, I went to my GP and explained how bad I was feeling. Again, the way I was spoken to just felt like I wasn't being taken seriously. I had bad anxiety which effected me to the point where I couldn't go out alone (and it's not much better even now) and when I told her this, she said "you should just try to go out!". I was then given antidepressants and sent on my way.
These experiences, along with others, has made me not want to seek any more help. I just feel like I'll be dealt in the same way again, not taken seriously and just be given more medication.
Anyone else have any similar experiences?