Archive for February 6th, 2010

06
Feb
10

Life after “Mental Hospital” Death

It difficult to work with people you hate.

Having been in the system since 1994, I’m a veteran of the mad world, but I’m still anti-meds.  The psychiatrists are just dispensers of medication.  They don’t actually ask what’s being going on in mind at all.  I hate the system and I hate what they are meant to stand for.

My partner is still inside.  It’s strange after his depot injection, he seems to have gotton worse.  What the hell is going on?  I thought the drugs were meant to make you better?

Next pit stop looks far far away.

I just read about mental health advocacy, it seems you need to be on payroll supported by a PCT or trust to be able to call yourself an advocate.  Mental Health Law, is complex but not impossible.

I had invited myself to my partners meeting on Tuesday as an advocate, but I need to retract this, and arrive on the scene as “part of the care team”, which comprises of usually non-professional people, ie next of kin etc etc.  Note being as they’ve got nothing better to do, this is subject to change.  I think there are certain protocols within the system that remain unwritten, but usually known as routes out and into the system.

For example, who knows what the psych docs are planning?  Why isn’t this information communicated to the IMHA, if one has been appointed?  What right does the CNWL have in “forcing” medicine onto an individual when clearly it hasn’t been working.

Who decides who is well.  What is the benchmark of normality when we are all different?

The medication administered follows a simple but clear trajectory, this means every time you are “ill” the medication is “increased”.  It’s not rocket science Dr.

I’m wondering with my parter, I am in two minds about this, whether it is better to keep a low profile, not to attract the media and make sure his exit from hospital is low profile – ie half recovered, like the majority of clients.  Or secondly whether to batter them now with incompetency claims.

My involvement with him is turning into a paperwork battle.  I can not placate him at all.  There is nothing I can do whilst he is inside to get him the treatment that I would like, whilst they are shoving pills down his throat.  He is resisting everything on all counts and is completely frustrated with being incarcerated.

He get’s 2 x 15mins leave a day.  Plus 3 hours a week, after trying to request some leave.

Fact of the matter is.  No one is listening to him.

He has been annihilated.  Thats not a nice thing to do to anyone to deny them their existence.

I haven’t the time to weep.




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