Wednesday night I was sectioned. I was sat on the metal barrier that separates the road from the path. I was just watching the cars pass beneath and thinking. I couldn't (and wouldn't) jump there because of the people.
A very kind woman pulled over and sat with me. She said she was worried about me and didn't feel comfortable with leaving me alone.
She was so kind. We talked about music, doctor who (she was shocked to find out about Billie Piper) and my thoughts. I tried my best to talk with her but I'm not to good at talking.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the police car come, the same time she took my hand and was looking/asking about my bracelet. She is a good person and I hope she lives a happy life.
The police came and talked with me. I won't lie they were kinda fit. We talked and they decided to section me.
The ambulance came and took me to a hospital 40 minutes away.
Everyone was really kind, the police, paramedics, and the staff at the hospital.
The best past about this entire experience was the female police officer patting me down and called me "tiny" it made me so happy and proud of myself
At 12 the next day I had an assessment. This was the first I've had as an adult and was slightly disappointed. The psychiatrists were only there for a few minutes. I felt like I didn't explain anything (my own fault). I was just told to see my gp and go to therapy. The social worker said that I should have an autism assessment. Then I went home.
I feel like because I didn't do anything or I wasn't "dramatic" they didn't believe me. I worry that I'm fine and this is all in my head.
Also the only person who knows is my sister she promised not to tell our mum but I just check my mums phone and there are messages missing between her and my sister. I'll be disappointed if she knows and doesn't do anything once again.
Im not sure if I'll actually go to therapy doctor even if I did I don't think it would make any difference. I'd still be lonely and have no chance of the career that I want.
The overall conclusion is
Restriction is working and I will never get over being called tiny
Everyone was really kind
I'm not truly sick
A very kind woman pulled over and sat with me. She said she was worried about me and didn't feel comfortable with leaving me alone.
She was so kind. We talked about music, doctor who (she was shocked to find out about Billie Piper) and my thoughts. I tried my best to talk with her but I'm not to good at talking.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the police car come, the same time she took my hand and was looking/asking about my bracelet. She is a good person and I hope she lives a happy life.
The police came and talked with me. I won't lie they were kinda fit. We talked and they decided to section me.
The ambulance came and took me to a hospital 40 minutes away.
Everyone was really kind, the police, paramedics, and the staff at the hospital.
The best past about this entire experience was the female police officer patting me down and called me "tiny" it made me so happy and proud of myself
At 12 the next day I had an assessment. This was the first I've had as an adult and was slightly disappointed. The psychiatrists were only there for a few minutes. I felt like I didn't explain anything (my own fault). I was just told to see my gp and go to therapy. The social worker said that I should have an autism assessment. Then I went home.
I feel like because I didn't do anything or I wasn't "dramatic" they didn't believe me. I worry that I'm fine and this is all in my head.
Also the only person who knows is my sister she promised not to tell our mum but I just check my mums phone and there are messages missing between her and my sister. I'll be disappointed if she knows and doesn't do anything once again.
Im not sure if I'll actually go to therapy doctor even if I did I don't think it would make any difference. I'd still be lonely and have no chance of the career that I want.
The overall conclusion is
Restriction is working and I will never get over being called tiny
Everyone was really kind
I'm not truly sick
