I saw my MH nurse yesterday and she gave me incredible grief. She argued with me for an hour saying I would not do any of the things she suggests. Basically she wants me to join these MH groups for people who are very unwell and unemployed. I told her I had two jobs, was starting a Master's and wasn't unwell. They are making me take a med which has caused extreme weight gain and refuse to take me off it. Her point was that it was my own fault I put on weight. I have severe arthritis so bad I struggle to walk. She actually came out and said 'no pain, no gain'. Seriously like imagine saying that to someone with a disability?
When I was doing my degree she said not to bother studying and that I took it was too seriously, to skip lectures and join groups instead. I ignored her and got a First Class Honours which is what I wanted. If I had listened to her I would not even be doing Post Grad study as she said 50% was enough for anyone to get. The whole point of going to college was so I could eventually do a PhD as I can't work anymore in my old career.
I feel that her advice is wrong. I got an offer from the best uni in Ireland and all I got from her was criticism and abuse. She suggest I join Community groups in the poorest part of the city for people who aren't educated or working. She said that I was overweight because I drank alcohol. I told her I gave up drinking for two months and I actually put on a lot of weight. They are lying through their teeth to keep me on the drug even though I am obese now and barely able to walk. I don't see any support here. She refuses to answer the phone to me or arrange wkend support even though I have been very isolated. For four years I did everything they said and I realise now it was all bull. I was thinner before and better functioning and not half as depressed and was socialising a lot more. They have sucked me dry with brain washing. Telling me to go to hospital, that it would fix me. It was singularly the most horrific hell hole ever with heroin addicts staring at me across the wards. I have been listening to lies all this time.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
This is typical! Can you get in contact with the cmht and ask to be seen by a new nurse? Have you complained to your local team about the comments which were said to you? Sending positive thoughts your way xxx
I'm Irish. I can't change unless I move house. I've no support at all now. I feel awful.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
File a formal complaint. She breached guidelines in so many ways.
PM me if you want a PDF copy of the ICD-10or the Mental Health Act 1983/2007. I ALSO HAVE THE DSM-V BOOK and am a pharmacology student.
I have a visual impairment / neurological problems so I need people to type in clear text and no funny fonts. Also excuse any typos, my vision blocks things out.
I have autism and have problems communicating, PMs included.
Just becasue I type well doesn't mean I speak well. I am only part time verbal.
I've already been verbally abused by an OT and a doctor on this team. They keep picking at me and complaining about my lifestyle choices. One said it was my own fault I had no friends. I don't know what to do about any of it.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I'm distended and uncomfortable. My stomach is out like a balloon from the meds. The nurse refuses to answer the phone so I sent her a text saying that if they didn't prescribe another drug or offer support I would be lodging a formal complaint about them. I said their rudeness would not be tolerated anymore. I'm not taking the meds tonight simply due to the fact that I am waddling and bloated and feel like shooting myself to get rid of being this heavy. I'm very small and I can't carry the weight.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I'm not in college yet. I lay in bed all day. I wish it was all over. I hate my life, I'm so alone with not one person caring.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I spoke to her and she said my texts were inappropriate and I apologised. I also told her I wasn't taking the meds and I showed her my stomach and she said she could see the weight. She has been supportive and she told me that she is not supposed to engage in conversations on the phone or give someone as many appointments as me. I didn't realise this and then I felt bad. We were both wrong but with the meds I feel they should have stopped them at xmas so I wouldn't be like this now. It's lazy of them to watch someone put on X a week. So now I am on nothing so I don't know how I will cope.
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Reason: removed weight
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I'm sorry that the medication has caused you so much weight gain; it's horrible. I gained a lot of weight very quickly when I was taking a medication, and I blamed the medication, but ultimately in the years since I've only lost a small amount of that weight - implying it was caused by my lifestyle rather than anything else.
How are you feeling now that you've talked?
It doesn't matter where you come from; it matters where you go.
No-one gets remembered for the things they didn't do.
We won't all be here this time next year,
so while you can take a picture of us.
We're definitely going to hell,
but we'll have all the best stories to tell.
I feel much better thanks. I suppose I took this med before and I put on savage amounts of weight and then I went off it and lost the weight. I took another med and remained at a stable weight for three years. When I began taking this again I went walking every day and took up kettlebells and reduced calorie intake, alcohol and changed all my diet. I still got huge. It is clear to me that for some reason that no matter what I do with it, I still get bigger. You see, they don't believe me as I have only been with this team since I moved. I know from experience though that doctors won't change meds if the patient is subdued etc. I have told them I'm suicidal and unhappy so it's not like the med is helping anyway. The last few days off it, I have been up and working and out in the sun and feel great.
Long term it is obvious that I will need some kind of med but what they give me is another issue for them. I am high functioning but I have very low moods and have no friends or family so I use the meds to block out the isolation really. I don't hear voices or have delusions or anything but yes, I did when I was inpatient before alright. I know I have an illness but I am not sure what it is.
The texts were inappropriate because I told her I was making a complaint about having no support and being made take a drug which reduced my mood and mobility. She thought i was being personal. But to be honest they are not listening to me and I am like a little round ball going around the place.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
After four years my nurse won't take my calls anymore, she just ignores me. I had nobody to talk to today at all and will be alone all weekend. She knows I'm off my meds and I am just left there. I don't know what to do about this. I have no support at all.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
It sounds like you feel happier and healthier not taking medication, so it sounds like everything has worked out really well in that sense.
You say you feel like they're not listening to you, but it seems as though there's been a bit of a breakdown in communication really. You said earlier you understood why your calls/messages to your nurse were inappopriate but it seems as though they're continuing. Do you think you could remind yourself of why she said what she did?
It sounds as though you don't find your nurse helpful, and things are quite strained there, and you don't find medication helpful. What do you think would help?
I understand that it's difficult being alone and isolated, but this isn't really what your nurse is for, and though she can encourage you to engage in activities and keep busy, she isn't there to keep you company when you're feeling isolated. It sounds as though you want her around almost like a friend and this isn't soemthing that she would be able to do.
It doesn't matter where you come from; it matters where you go.
No-one gets remembered for the things they didn't do.
We won't all be here this time next year,
so while you can take a picture of us.
We're definitely going to hell,
but we'll have all the best stories to tell.
I need medication long term and I'm waiting for them to change it. I could end up psychotic without it. I stopped sending her messages. She was there for me for four years and now she isn't. Why build up a relationship with me then cut me off? it doesn't make sense. I know she's not my friend but my situation is chronic. I'm an abuse victim and my family are horrible still to me. I am alone 24/7. I can't cope with nobody at all to talk to. My neighbours are scum and couldn't care if I lived or died.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I don't feel well. I will have to take those meds even though they cause massive weight gain. I have no choice.
I thought the television was talking about me tonight, is that normal?
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It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
She has been consistently supporting me for four years now she has stopped with no valid reason. If she wasn't available she would direct all of her calls to the other nurse who is really nice and who would ask me how I was and stuff. I find it very hard to have this discontinued with no reason why.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I wonder if perhaps she feels you're too dependent on her at the moment? It sounds as though you're looking for her to be a friend almost - to be with you when you're lonely for instance - and a professional will never be able to fulfil that roll ethically.
It doesn't matter where you come from; it matters where you go.
No-one gets remembered for the things they didn't do.
We won't all be here this time next year,
so while you can take a picture of us.
We're definitely going to hell,
but we'll have all the best stories to tell.
I wonder if perhaps she feels you're too dependent on her at the moment? It sounds as though you're looking for her to be a friend almost - to be with you when you're lonely for instance - and a professional will never be able to fulfil that roll ethically.
I don't want her as a friend. We all discussed this with the consultant and she said it was nice for me to have at least one person to ring. There was never an issue for four years. I'm not just lonely, everyone ignores me to the point where I don't even want to go out anymore. It's torture.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
