
brokenbutterflies
Member
- Jul 1, 2022
- 22
I've been involved with mental health services since I was a young teenager, now, almost a decade on, mental health professionals don't know how to help me.
Over the years I've tried dozens of medications, therapies, been in psych wards, and been in hospitals more times I can count for SH or attempts. My most recent attempt was last month and usually the psychiatrists that evaluate me will give me the same speech. The whole "you're too young to give up, things will get better", you know the drill. This time was different.
The woman said something along the lines of "I could admit you back to the psych ward again, but I don't think that would help. The other option is to send you back home for another psych eval, I don't think that will help either. At this point, I don't know what will help someone with your combination of illnesses. The outlook isn't good, you're in a high risk group for further attempts and accidental death, which will be likely if you continue as you have been. So what do you want me to do?"
I just said, send me home. And she said "you won't be safe though" and I said I know I won't, then she said "okay. I'll discharge you". That was basically it.
In some ways. it was refreshing having someone actually confirm what I've been noticing over the last year. My previously weekly appointments are getting further and further apart, my main mental health coordinators keep needing extra meetings to discuss how to help me (and after months of waiting, they're still having "more meetings"), I was discharged from the psych ward even though they knew I wasn't any better because they said they don't think they can help me there. It feels like my whole team have reached a dead end but nobody has been brave enough to actually say it. And I finally had that confirmation. But at the same time, despite me knowing this deep down, and wanting to end my life for years, knowing that the team of people who are supposed to save me don't know how to has just exacerbated the hopelessness I already felt. I didn't realise I was clinging onto any more hope until she said those words that have been replaying in my head for weeks. But I must've been, because I left the hospital feeling more deflated and empty than I had felt going in.
I used to fantasise about suddenly winning the lottery, turning my life around, having a future, but it's like a pin has been put in those ideas because now I know there is no way out. I don't even know why I'm really writing this, I guess just to vent to people that'll understand it and to just get it out of my brain. I'm not really expecting any replies to this because I don't know if there is anything left to say.
Over the years I've tried dozens of medications, therapies, been in psych wards, and been in hospitals more times I can count for SH or attempts. My most recent attempt was last month and usually the psychiatrists that evaluate me will give me the same speech. The whole "you're too young to give up, things will get better", you know the drill. This time was different.
The woman said something along the lines of "I could admit you back to the psych ward again, but I don't think that would help. The other option is to send you back home for another psych eval, I don't think that will help either. At this point, I don't know what will help someone with your combination of illnesses. The outlook isn't good, you're in a high risk group for further attempts and accidental death, which will be likely if you continue as you have been. So what do you want me to do?"
I just said, send me home. And she said "you won't be safe though" and I said I know I won't, then she said "okay. I'll discharge you". That was basically it.
In some ways. it was refreshing having someone actually confirm what I've been noticing over the last year. My previously weekly appointments are getting further and further apart, my main mental health coordinators keep needing extra meetings to discuss how to help me (and after months of waiting, they're still having "more meetings"), I was discharged from the psych ward even though they knew I wasn't any better because they said they don't think they can help me there. It feels like my whole team have reached a dead end but nobody has been brave enough to actually say it. And I finally had that confirmation. But at the same time, despite me knowing this deep down, and wanting to end my life for years, knowing that the team of people who are supposed to save me don't know how to has just exacerbated the hopelessness I already felt. I didn't realise I was clinging onto any more hope until she said those words that have been replaying in my head for weeks. But I must've been, because I left the hospital feeling more deflated and empty than I had felt going in.
I used to fantasise about suddenly winning the lottery, turning my life around, having a future, but it's like a pin has been put in those ideas because now I know there is no way out. I don't even know why I'm really writing this, I guess just to vent to people that'll understand it and to just get it out of my brain. I'm not really expecting any replies to this because I don't know if there is anything left to say.