So, I am no longer seeing anyone.
I told the last worker that I had a method at home and was afraid I would get impulsive and use it, she prescribed me a new medication and sent me home.
It frustrates me that I reached out in my own mentally ill way and was ignored. Especially since what I was afraid of did happen and when I told her the next day, she called the cops and fretted about how she was going to lie in her notes.
And now she won't work with me, I'm worried about running out of meds before I find someone else who can prescribe them.
Being sent away all the time isn't helping with feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness. Its like I will never get better again.
I told the last worker that I had a method at home and was afraid I would get impulsive and use it, she prescribed me a new medication and sent me home.
It frustrates me that I reached out in my own mentally ill way and was ignored. Especially since what I was afraid of did happen and when I told her the next day, she called the cops and fretted about how she was going to lie in her notes.
And now she won't work with me, I'm worried about running out of meds before I find someone else who can prescribe them.
Being sent away all the time isn't helping with feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness. Its like I will never get better again.
ideas on mental illness are so rooted in the dark ages and so many people are not able to open up their little minds.
I was once (8 years ago) accompanied to the ER voluntarily by my at the time therapist - she offered and I accepted - and she even stayed with me awhile. I was going to be admitted at another facility a half hour away. finally she left and I continued to wait in the ER. I believe I spoke to a few doctor etc and they very kindly told me about being put in an ambulance and sent to the other place. nothing seemed problematic and I was always cooperative. I was left alone again for I don't remember how long until the ambulance people came. they had a "purchase order" thing. put me on a gurney and strapped me down rather excessively. not tight but uncomfortable and plopped those papers on top of me. I was left alone again which gave me the opportunity to work my way to holding the papers so I could read it. I was described there as combative. this is how someone voluntarily going to a hospital seeking help is viewed. I am a rather meek person. I just accepted that piece of info and laid motionlessly on the gurney until they finally moved me and took me to the other hospital. combative person would probably gone wild.
fortunately this was only the ambulance people. the hospital was like a luxury hotel. (except that there was no confidentiality once I was released a month later). had my employer not been following those same confidentiality laws that the hospital violated, this incident most likely would have been career ending.
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