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MyTimeIsUp
Perhaps I'll be important when I'm long gone?
- Feb 27, 2024
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I have some privacy but I have to make a noise every 2 mins or so, if I don't, they will come in. There isn't a door, it's made of fabric and magnetic. Now I'm on further away suicide watch, so that's good, because they all believe me I'm fine now LOL.I don't know how you are keeping your sanity in there and I am so sorry you are going through this hell. I would lose my mind if I had people watching me 24/7 and have no privacy in a shower or at the toilet. And I absolutely would totally lose my mind with the noise and loud music. How do they expect anyone to heal in that environment? Actually, I will answer my own question: they likely don't give a damn if anyone heals. What a horrific place.
I imagine some staff takes that job just to abuse other people. There are some people who really get off on being abusive. (I'm sure there are good staff members, too - not saying they are all bad.) As you said, who are they going to believe, you or the staff member? I am in a support group for survivors of sexual abuse and have heard stories from other survivors who were raped in a ward, and of course no one believed them... until one of them turned up pregnant. Anyhow, I'm truly sorry you have been stuck in this place.
No, never.... never will I tell anyone. Ever. I'd rather die than be locked in a ward here. And there is a stigma, you know. Once the system has a person labeled as suicidal, then they are "crazy", and that reputation will follow a person through every single bit of medical "care" for the rest of their lives. I have never been to jail or prison and don't want to go, but I suspect being released from a psych unit would be a lot like being on parole... someone always trying to sniff up your butt to make sure you are "complying" with whatever the system says you have to.
I'm glad you've learned to pretend enough to get the hell out of there soon. And no matter what road you choose once you are out, I really hope you can find peace.
It has followed me through my life, because of a label. I've had it with GPs and all medical professionals. I'm on section 2, which is for assessment, not treatment as you can't treat trauma with pills and docs know that so they aren't giving me meds. I'm pretending to be calm but inside I'm screaming, because I hate it here
Pretending has got me through life, so I'm good at it, it's just I told someone I thought I could trust, and she betrayed me (a professional- not mental health) so she can fuck off now. A friend of mine has accepted my suicide, and we've said goodbye and she will play songs for me when I'm gone
I'll be gone the first opportunity I get.
Can't believe they expect you to not want to die when watched 24/7