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Thanks Taylor I am a bit better now yes.

Love you Zed-shaped-object ;-p

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The assessment went well the next day, taking place in a familiar building associated with the main hospital in the town, and the woman was pleasant and down to earth, understanding my quandary as to whether to attempt to continue to see the Crisis Team with whom I was familiar in my university's city, meaning that due to the distance I could only see them once a week at most, or whether to make the leap and take a chance on the local team, with whom I had never had contact.

In the end we decided it was best to take the plunge, and on the nurse's advice I rang the city's Crisis Team, asking them release my case to the Home Treatment Team in my home town. They agreed, and reassured me that if/when I returned to university if I still needed high levels of input they would happily retake my case. I found this reassuring, knowing that I still had a familiar safety net.

Later that day I received a phone call from Home Treatment, to arrange a visit for the following day. The woman on the phone sounded warm and caring so I was relieved when she stated that it would be her who would come to visit me. The rest of the day came and went unremarkably and before I knew it the sun had risen on the following day and I was sat, leg jittering with anxiety as I waited to meet the worker from Home Treatment.

She arrived bang on time which reassured me, as lateness on behalf of myself or others I find intolerably anxiety provoking, hence I am almost always early for everything. The woman had a frank open face and a wave of blonde curly hair and when I opened the door she offered me a warm smile before following me over the threshold.

We both took a seat and I offered her a drink of tea, more out of politeness than expecting her to say yes, I knew from personal experience working with a community team that most workers refuse beverages at their patients' houses, some because of being unsure as to the cleanliness of the individual's kitchen, but most because accepting a drink on every visit would usually end in a ridiculous number of loo breaks.

The meeting was a tad awkward as my parents were in the next room so I felt I had to edit what I said. The woman seemed to understand this and offered to meet me tomorrow in my village away from home where I could talk more freely, an offer I gratefully accepted. She explained that someone would see me every day until my mental health settled, which reassured me, I was incredibly grateful not to be left to cope on my own.