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The hospitals I've been in have all sucked, big time. They make you worse. My god, what are they there for??? They stick you in with a bunch of crazy people. In my case, I was in a ward with people who had to wear diapers, who paced the hall incessantly, who were not even in this world.
One lady roamed the halls with a Gideon bible in her hands, praying and quoting scripture. At intervals she would stop at a table, lay down a towel, then place the bible atop it reverently.
Yes, it was a beautiful place for recovering my will to live. :crazy:
Having your parents think you're crazy is par for the course at this point, sans qualia. You have to stop caring what other people think. As for the "borderline" diagnosis, I'd get a second opinion. Psychiatrists in those places only see you for a short while and I've seen them fuck up diagnoses on more than one person. In fact, I have actual disdain for most psychiatrists. I've only seen two good ones. The rest were either terminally stupid or cruel. The wife of one of them committed suicide a couple of years ago and he could have stopped it. The other one (a fundy) told me I was "bitter." No, the problem was my family is toxic as hell and I needed to get away from them. Stupid psychiatrists, thinking they can diagnose you in three days...or a week. The medical degree gives them a god complex, I think.
Get a second opinion from a psychologist. Psychologists aren't as loopy for some reason. Well, at least fewer of them are. Psychiatrists? Spare me. I can't stand most of them. The best one I ever had saw me maybe four times and has now resigned. I don't expect the new one to be worth much.
sans...do you think your suicide attempt was real or a cry for help? During my life I've made two "pathetic" attempts as you say. I thought I was serious, but neither attempt would have killed me. All I'm saying is that you may be practicing for the real thing.
What makes it worse is when you end up in psych wards and realize you didn't get the help you needed, that your family is now officially freaked out, that your friends quickly distance themselves from you. Hell, you don't want to go through that again, do you? So, what do you automatically think? Next time I'll get it right and they won't be able to torture me. That's the sadness of the "mental health care" system in this country. The "treatment" sometimes makes you desire an end to suffering even more. The system is pathetic.
Last year, I made what was much, much more than a "pathetic" attempt. My counselor was surprised I lived through it. Me? I was pissed off because I had to go through absolute hell afterward. I had a bona fide Nurse Ratched experience. I keep wanting to find out her name, sneak onto her property and slash her tires, but I'm not that kind of person. She tortured me after the suicide attempt when my mind was already coming apart. Then more time with the "you're simply bitter" lady and the incontinent and psychotic people in the psych ward. My "friend" tried to proselytize me to fundamentalist Christianity. Fuck you...you promised never to do that! Fuck you! Besides, I'd simply go back to being a depressed fundamentalist Christian. It. Doesn't. Work. For. Me. Now shut the fuck up! I don't know if I can forgive you for this. It turns out I couldn't. I tried for over a year and I couldn't forgive him because he PROMISED. My clinic cut me off from my primary care physician and beloved counselor because my case was "too complicated for them." My mother decided I was demon-possessed.
I lost everything, including all my credit cards (somewhere, somehow) and my self-respect.
So, what am I thinking? Next time, I won't screw it up. Next time I'll make sure whatever I do is fatal, period. Aren't hospitals for the mentally ill just fab?
So, I'm skating along now, friendless. At least I told my stupid toxic family to go take a flying leap. My attitude toward the human race is one of disgust and disdain, with few exceptions. Religious people who try to tell me what to do will be rebuffed with extreme prejudice. Ladyhawk don't play fundy games.
Now, sans qualia, what are you thinking? Are you thinking next time I'll get it right. I'm wondering if that is what your experience in hospital did for you, too. If so, maybe those of us who have experienced this can band together for a bit of support.
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