#MentalHealth#MentalIllness#TW#Suicide
A desire to pick myself up, 'carry on', focus on future goals; balanced/contrasted with the need to stop the denial; accept the reality of just how serious things have been. ARE. STILL.
My discharge letter uses the words 'fatal'.
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2 Mental Health Act Assessments in 7 days.
4 nights in an acute general hospital. For treatment.
*They* can't all be wrong. Exaggerating. Coercive. Risk averse.
*I* have to take responsibility for causing concern.
Responsibility but not blame.
*I* have had to revisit my
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Safety plan; again and again and again. And right now that means 'family supervision'. But in my own home. Where I want to be. Where I am safer. At the moment: change is constant and I must also acknowledge that.
And I am still p*ssed off at the way the #MHAA was undertaken
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on Sunday. I can stay with that, point the finger. At them or me. Or recognise that things had been escalating. AND I "tried my best" with the shock, intrusion, emotions afterwards. Took Bow out; a picture of this 'lonely' tree; reached out. Just not far enough or at the
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crucial time, before/after I acted. Sometimes I need to be in control but that doesn't mean I am wisest.
But I want to move forward.
Whilst this was a VERY different kind of crisis admission, this experience has also had so much that is 'share worthy'.
inspections are a snapshot in time.
Not individual stories. Here is my chapter of @MSEHospitals#BASILDON#Lister Ward.
When I said I needed to go out 'for breaks'; you trusted me - you empowered me.
When I asked to sleep on the floor; and not the bed; not only did you
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accomodate me; you didn't judge; or demand I explain something I could not. (I just felt safer).
When you got a senior member of staff as I was struggling with the uncertainty, who said "do not ever apologise for getting upset" and problem solved, you listened; normalised
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emotions that in other settings may have been seen as symptoms. Or caused people to become uncomfortable.
When I was on my bed, curtains drawn, crying and a supportive arm touched me - (not an embrace that I would of hated), just a touch; kind words; you remimded me I am not
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alone. (That arm belonged to a 24 year old; I know only because I learned it's their birthday this weekend; so much compassion. Maturity.)
When someone advocated for me to the doctors and the #AMHP you demomstrated that you cared about what was best for me.
In hospital
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throughout the #JuniorDoctorsStrike, 25 other patients. Yet I was not made to feel less than; quite the opposite.
Plenty of time to observe, reflect. What was it about this environment?
Staff who clearly, openly cared for each other. And extended that to their patients.
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Consistency. How different it is to be able to build relationships. See each other as people. Share parts of ourselves. A team; everyone mattered. And of course all the usual buzz words like kindness and compassion.
I wrote a thankyou card to express this, but wanted
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to do more.
And without meaning to compare or disrespect, and whilst recognising that this period of #mentalillness is very different; driven by social factors and low mood, in some ways, those 4 days taught me more about myself, and gave me more belief in my ability to and
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desire to recover than in a lengthy admission. Perhaps it's selfish; I "blocked a bed" but maybe this was the 'crisis admission' I needed in itself.
That poses a question to remain unanswered; how was it that staff who have never receieved mental health training got it
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so right?
And could it be the fact that their main experience/expertise is medical and stroke rehabilitation mean that they saw ME, Rachel; and were not prejudiced by my diagnosis?
I will leave that there though.
Start to end this thread, this pause in my story.
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I am home. I am safe. I am going to make my priority working on communicating before I take action that could jeapordise that.
The final two photos. The first; as with many of the others in this thread, comes from the coridoor walls.
I became so familiar with them.
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Distraction. Opportunity to find my own kind of meaning.. I expect before long they will be replaced by wall stickers; seen as 'outdated'; and what a shame it will be. The second; another patient on the ward asked to take this photo as they liked the jacket; and in return
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Everyone has a slightly different attitude to books.
Some give them the white glove treatment.
Others break the spine.
Or use book marks.
Write in the margins.
Or have 'post it notes'.
I am a corner turner. Top of the page for something to read again. Bottom for an 'extra'
important passage.
The amount of angles in this one is a reflection of how important a read it is.
As someone who had a loved one who also had a fondness for hats, and in later years kaftans, it was an opportunity to learn about a fellow wonderful, colourful man who was loved
So very much.
As the 'predominant' person involved in his care I shared some of the frustrations particularly around information sharing. I was 'lucky' though. When well and unwell John was able to voice that he wanted me involved. I know that was often
There were a large number of things that contributed to me becoming unwell.
One I haven't spoken about was being told that legal advice was being taken for plagerising something I had never set eyes on.
It took 7 months to find out that was not the case.
In that time I quit
the ISVA training I was doing. I'd completed the paper work but couldn't bring myself to submit it.
I stopped my masters.
I stopped all involvement in anything sexual health or sexual safety related.
No one noticed*. That's okay. I never mentioned it on here because I was ashamed
I was embaressed, but more than that I was scared. My whole identity was being a nurse and I thought I was going to lose everything.
I am not sure why tonight I decided to write this tweet. But I wanted to break some of the power the whole situation has had over me for so long.
I will be using my own experience to TRY and educate and encourage reflection, particularly in those who work in #mentalhealth or encounter
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individuals who may self harm.
Those with lived experience may find it unhelpful and may want to not to read it.
So here goes...
1) Self harm can take many forms; and one person can use multiple across their life span. I have engaged in at least 7 different behaviours
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from my teenage years up until now.
2) Just as the method can change so can the function. 15/16 year old me self harmed for punishment - the belief that I had been the reason for my parents separation. I have self harmed in order to feel in control; to release a build up
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Today is 100 days since I was first admitted to hospital after taking a mixed overdose. I won't elaborate further.
Since then I have had 3 admissions; 2 to general wards and 1 to a #mentalhealth unit. I spent time as an informal patient and also detained under Section 3 1/21
I was under #Crisis services until last week...
Today is also the first night in 99 that I am spending alone, so to occupy myself and acknowledge the 'milestone', I thought I would reflect on 10 things that I have learnt in that time...
This comes with trigger warnings 2/21
As I will be speaking about #SelfHarm and #Suicide. I also apologise in advance for any poor grammer - I am typing this out on my phone, unable to use a key board.
These are just my own experiences/thoughts/opinions - they are not meant to be generalised. Nor are they based 3/21
I've started adding gems just so the novelty doesn't wear off.
The anchor one has most meaning.
First because I ordered myself one as a bracelet with the word 'hope' a few days before my hospital admission. I haven't worn it yet.
Second, because I have been trying to think of a way that I can visualise 'protective factors'. The best I have thought of so far, is as anchors; things that help hold me down and help give me stabiliy through the storm.
Work/my identity as a #nurse is one of my biggest anchors
and I no longer feel the need to justify or explain that (and believe me I have been challenged to numerous times over the last few months).
So anyway. This leads to another subject. I WENT BACK TO WORK TODAY 🥳. Well it was more of a showing my face and that I am alive, but