I saw the crisis team yesterday, I was all ready to leave because I don't have much faith in them and was expecting them to let me leave. I was so confident that they would do nothing I told them the truth, I told them if I was to walk out of here there was an 80% chance I'd be dead by the end of the week. Normally they just take those sorts of comments and put them down to distress and don't actually think there is any risk; however this time they judged there to be a real risk to my safety. Unfortunately the crisis team can't do very much so they've asked another team to come assess me. They'll either revoke my section 5(2) or put me on a section 2. The crisis team did ask if I'd go to hospital informally but I said no, there's no point. When you're informal no one cares enough about you because you're not priority, as you've chosen to be there and I would just kill myself while on day leave. So I'm waiting to be assessed for the one millionth time.
I'm going so stir crazy in this hospital, I just want to go to town for some food. My pain is spiking and my mood is getting lower and lower. It's not helping that I get misgendered every few seconds. There's too many nurses, health care assistant and doctors to keep correcting and explaining my gender too. Everything is getting a bit too much for me.
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My Journey To Normality (Part 2)
القصة القصيرة•This is a story based on true events about someone who is on their journey to recovery from mental illness. Their questioning of gender and sexuality. Going through relationships and break ups. Just an all about coming of age story of a person that...
