
ForeverCaHa
Heartbroken Welshman
- Feb 16, 2025
- 441
I haven't posted here in a while, but here I am again.
Yesterday marked exactly one month since I was moved into a psychiatric unit following a failed CTB plan. I can't say it's helped me much. The room is designed very well to stop suicide attempts, but this just makes me view it as a challenge. It's like a puzzle box, and I've found so many ways that (theoretically) it would be possible to end my life in here. Of course, it would be risky since I'm on 15 minute observations, but it's still possible. Whether or not I actually make an attempt while in here is yet to be seen. Either way, I really don't think it's helping me at all. Being surrounded by people in severe mental distress all day every day doesn't make for a healthy environment. I've fallen back into regular self-harm. I feel like being able to conceal my 'tool' in the room without it being found (I'm on daily room sweeps after several bedsheet/pillow case nooses were found) is a way to get power over the nurses. I know this isn't a healthy way to view my stay here, but that's where I'm at. One of the other patients has dubbed me the "King of Room Sweeps" due to my always being able to find successful hiding spots for banned items. That's not a title I ever expected to be given.
They've removed the curtains and curtain pole from my room. My shoelaces have been confiscated. I'm not allowed to keep towels. Until yesterday I wasn't even allowed to keep my own clothes in my room. It's a miracle they still let me shave unobserved.
This time last year I was the happiest I've ever been. And now I'm here. I truly do not believe that I will make it to the end of this year. I'm just biding my time now.
Yesterday marked exactly one month since I was moved into a psychiatric unit following a failed CTB plan. I can't say it's helped me much. The room is designed very well to stop suicide attempts, but this just makes me view it as a challenge. It's like a puzzle box, and I've found so many ways that (theoretically) it would be possible to end my life in here. Of course, it would be risky since I'm on 15 minute observations, but it's still possible. Whether or not I actually make an attempt while in here is yet to be seen. Either way, I really don't think it's helping me at all. Being surrounded by people in severe mental distress all day every day doesn't make for a healthy environment. I've fallen back into regular self-harm. I feel like being able to conceal my 'tool' in the room without it being found (I'm on daily room sweeps after several bedsheet/pillow case nooses were found) is a way to get power over the nurses. I know this isn't a healthy way to view my stay here, but that's where I'm at. One of the other patients has dubbed me the "King of Room Sweeps" due to my always being able to find successful hiding spots for banned items. That's not a title I ever expected to be given.
They've removed the curtains and curtain pole from my room. My shoelaces have been confiscated. I'm not allowed to keep towels. Until yesterday I wasn't even allowed to keep my own clothes in my room. It's a miracle they still let me shave unobserved.
This time last year I was the happiest I've ever been. And now I'm here. I truly do not believe that I will make it to the end of this year. I'm just biding my time now.