My Journey To Normality (Part 2)

1/6/19

Here we go again, maybe this time I will be taken more seriously. I'm back in A&E, it's my third day in a row coming here. For seven days I had been taking small overdoses, then on Thursday police came to check on me. My sister had called them because I hadn't messaged her back. I let them into the flat and told them I had taken an overdose, which meant they had to take me to A&E. They basically had to restrain me the entire time because I kept trying to leave and take out my cannula. I was dissociating very badly and wasn't in control. I told the police if they left so would I, but they couldn't stay so when they left I waited a little bit then left as well.

Unfortunately I never made it home because the hospital reported me missing to the police. When I arrived at my flat they were already waiting and put me straight on my fourth 136 section. As I had not finished the treatment for the overdose they had to take me back to A&E and continue it. Like the last time I did this the 136 ran out before my treatment had finished. They were meant to put me on a 5(2) section so that I would be assessed by Mental Health Professionals. However because I was asleep when the section ended they didn't bother to put me on another section, so as soon as I woke up I left. I had finished the treatment so this time I was allowed to leave.

I fully intended to go home and hang myself, but when I finally got back there I found my door screwed shut. The night before when I was missing the police had forced entry and then secured the door closed. I rang the police non emergency number, who told me to call the council, who told me they wouldn't do anything because it wasn't a council property. They told me to call my landlord, who told me as it wasn't a maintenance problem they wouldn't do anything and to call a locksmith. I called the locksmith and they said as it was the door that was broken they couldn't do anything, so I called the police again and told them that I would kill myself if no one did anything.

Police turned up to my apartment and unscrewed the door and one of them managed to fix one of the locks so that the door wasn't completely open, it's not completely secure but the sergeant is hopefully sorting it. I told the police officers that I wasn't safe and hadn't been assessed by Mental Health Services so they took me back to A&E. I did meet with someone from the crisis team and it just so happened to be my SCM Practitioner. He assessed me and decided to make a call to another team that will come in the morning to do another assessment on whether or not I should be admitted into a mental health institution. They should have seen me yesterday while I was on the 136 but they never come on time. I can't go home though, if I walk out of hospital they will call the police again, so I might as well just wait it out till tomorrow.