I have low self esteem. I often see the very very worst in myself. I didn’t know that as part of my discharge/care plan that OH had agreed that I would have no unsupervised contact with little man.
OH didn’t actually tell me, but I’ve had several follow up calls from various professionals who kindly dropped this little bombshell on me. I don’t think OH was ever going to tell me.
When you feel like the crappest mum in the entire world, and then you’re told; ‘we don’t want you to be alone with your son” , it’s quite frankly devastating, heartbreaking and a real kick in the gut.
I would never ever ever put my little man in harms way. I’ll jump through whatever hoops I need to, to get my life back on track, but sorry social services, this is just cruel!!
Where was all this “help’ and ‘support’ this past 12 months when I’ve been literally crying out for it?
Well folks, that’s another hospital admission over. I’ve been in here for 6 weeks. It’s time to go home.
I’m filled with the usual terror and uncertainty that’s always accompanied these situations. How will I cope? Can I ever properly change things? How do I move forward in a positive way?
My intense crisis has passed though and some hope has returned which itself will sustain me for a while. Come on Loopy, you’ve got this!!
There’s a baby on the way. It’s hard to see it now, but this IS a good thing.
I met with the crisis team today. I’ll be honest I favoured the possibility of a hospital admission. It was an option, but instead we opted for home treatment.
I now have a 24hr number that I can call, I’ll get a phone call in the morning and an appointment tomorrow.
All I have to do is keep myself safe until that call tomorrow, or ring them if I’m struggling.
Just get through the night loopy…
It turns out that my latest key worker/care coordinator is pretty good. I like her. She’s the first I’ve really like since moving home.
Anyway, she arranged a psych/meds review. I was asked the usual question. What would help you, what do you want to get out of this?
The drugs!!! I blurted out. I need to sort the drugs. So I’ve been switched from zopiclone to temazepam at night.
It’s only been 4 nights, but please please PLEASE, I need my zopiclone back. The temazepam gives me jitters, headaches and is no good for sleep.
The 10mg in comparison with the 18.75 of zopiclone, is just not cutting the mustard. I’m all tense, and anxious and jittery during the day. I’m regretting asking for the change
Plus swapping a z drug for a benzo isn’t exactly progress really, is it
In other news, I’ve found a lump. Off to the breast clinic this week. The Joy’s 😦
laugh hysterically.? I’m lost for words.
Today I had a follow up call with the lovely lady from social services. She informed me that my CMHT are planning to discharge me from their care. It’s frigging laughable. I’m not much further on, they’ve done nothing to help me and now I’m just being dumped!! The CMHT haven’t told me this yet, but I guess it’s coming.
This little nugget of information was concerning enough to the lady from SS, that she is recommending a transfer to SS care. She is recommending that we have more input and family support. I guess she fears for little man. I do too.
As for the CMHT, fine, absolutely fine, FUCK OFF!!! I’m done with you anyway!!
I’m almost too tired to blog. Today has been a rollercoaster.
Little man started preschool, we had a meeting with our health visitor and then to top it off we had a social services assessment with my new care co-ordinatior from the CMHT team in tow. Oh yes another new fecking care co-ordinator! I’d only met my latest one for the first time yesterday to then be immediately told, ‘oh you’ll have someone different from tomorrow.’ I nearly walked out the door right then..
I’ll never have them back, and I need to let them go, but oh my god, I miss L and C. The ladies who co-ordinated my care before we moved home to fix our lives. FFS Loopy, move on, it’s been more than a year!!
The lady from SS was lovely to be fair but jeepers it was quite in depth. She arrived and 3.30 and wasn’t gone til near 6.
Now we have the age old question to think about, by Monday. ‘What would help you?’
I’m exhausted, physically and emotionally.
It’s taking shape. I’ve never in my life built anything from wood, so despite the somewhat wonky roof, I’m rather proud of this. I’ve been at it all day today. It’s kept me focused on something, and is proving to be a great distraction.
I need all the distractions I can get. I had my psychology assessment this week. They rang me back quickly after, saying that I needed 1 to 1 therapy. Here’s the kicker though… the waiting list is apparently 9 months from now.
I’ve been home a year. All my notes and treatment reccomdations came with me. Yet I wasn’t actually referred until about 4 weeks ago. I’m seriously considering launching an official complaint. No wonder suicide is so devastatingly common here……………………
Just keep building loopy!
What happens when you mix glorious sunshine, with quietiapine and albinism??
Lobster Loopy, that’s what I went for a bike ride today, but stupidly forgot to apply my factor 50. I’m growing redder by the minute.
The worst part is scorching the backs of my hands as any movement at all stretches and pulls at the skin.
34 odd years with albinism and a few years on quietiapine, you think I’d know better.
On a side note, I’m really really really missing C and L today. I had my first phone contact with my new care coordinator this afternoon. They prefer the term key workers over here. I think it’s because the title of care co-ordinator could be taken up with trading standards!!! They coordinate f$%k all.
To quote directly I was told” it’s not like I’ll be ringing you every week, I’ll review you in a month”
Can please please PLEASE have L or C again……
6 weeks on a psych ward and pretty much zero improvement. I’m out on leave until Tuesday and then I’ll be discharged.
Basically we all recognised that the stay was off no benefit, and without being allowed to burn, my use of ligatures just escalated.
So I’m back home, on a ridiculous regimen of meds, and little hope going forward. How do I get help here? How do I get better? How on earth will I cope when little man comes home from granny’s on Sunday.
I am happy to be back in my own bed though, with no restrictions and OH’s arms wrapped tightly around me.
I’d just told N on the phone the other day; “I’m just getting used to you”
N is my current CPN/care co-ordinator and now she’s preggers!!
I had a bit of a meltdown today and she was brilliant. It takes me a while to get used to people, to open up, and I was just finally getting comfortable with N.
In fairness, she’ll be a fabulous mum, but sigh…..I don’t want another change.
Today at my psych review I was offered more pills….more frigging pills!! I shall now have additional quietiapine (25mg) to take as needed during the day. It feels like a futile gesture. The psychiatrist just didn’t know what to do with me. He had to offer something I guess.
So now my daily regimen will be;
Quietiapine 300 mg, venlafaxine 75 mg, mirtazapine 30 mg, quietiapine 25 mg when I feel I need it, zopiclone 22.5 mg and hmmmm, orlistat 120 mg any time I’m feeling fat and guilty over eating (so quite regular).
What an absolute mess!!!
On a slightly different note, I’m considering going to a depression support group. It’s about the only thing I can access outside work hours.
They want to keep people in work, living normal lives, but all the care operates 9-5. Very VERY annoying.