I wish mental health services were better in this country, and easy to access regardless of age or postcode.
I used to self harm as a teenager and I was sent to counselling which didn’t make a difference and actually became more distressing after a while because it was just an hour of me talking about stuff that upset me with no feedback or reassurance or advice.
That was 20 years ago though, I eventually stopped self harming because I was growing up and got tired of the questions about it.
Then then pandemic happened and a million other bad things that ruined my life and here I am at 34, self harming again for the first time in ages.
Last week I got sent to a local mental health crisis team assessment after going to hospital before Xmas. One of the doctor’s doing my assessment fell asleep half way through and started loudly snoring.
Thankfully I have a dark sense of humour and for some reason I found it kinda funny that even the people there to help are tired of my shit – I’m tired of it too. But people tell me I should be angry about it and complain.
I can’t help thinking like him falling asleep as I cry my eyes out talking about issues like rape and domestic violence and abuse, is more a sign of how stretched thin these doctors are right now. He must be shattered. I feel bad for him. But I still feel like there’s no one who can help. Oh well.
Advice would well include getting the Tories out.
Watch the rates of self harm and suicide attempts reduce overnight.
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I wish mental health services were better in this country, and easy to access regardless of age or postcode.
I used to self harm as a teenager and I was sent to counselling which didn’t make a difference and actually became more distressing after a while because it was just an hour of me talking about stuff that upset me with no feedback or reassurance or advice.
That was 20 years ago though, I eventually stopped self harming because I was growing up and got tired of the questions about it.
Then then pandemic happened and a million other bad things that ruined my life and here I am at 34, self harming again for the first time in ages.
Last week I got sent to a local mental health crisis team assessment after going to hospital before Xmas. One of the doctor’s doing my assessment fell asleep half way through and started loudly snoring.
Thankfully I have a dark sense of humour and for some reason I found it kinda funny that even the people there to help are tired of my shit – I’m tired of it too. But people tell me I should be angry about it and complain.
I can’t help thinking like him falling asleep as I cry my eyes out talking about issues like rape and domestic violence and abuse, is more a sign of how stretched thin these doctors are right now. He must be shattered. I feel bad for him. But I still feel like there’s no one who can help. Oh well.
Advice would well include getting the Tories out.
Watch the rates of self harm and suicide attempts reduce overnight.