Changing4Best
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I was in crisis last week due to someone who has been an unsafe person for me in the past, showing up at my safe haven and making remarks to me that would seem to anyone else to be just conversation, but to me felt threatening. About a year ago, this man walked up to me in the grocery and pushed his body up against mine, really close, and pressed his pelvis into mine! My subconscious buried it immediately, while I was ducking away from him, grabbing my grocery cart and scooting away!
This man used to live in our building and was kicked out for loud drunken parties. He's an alcoholic, and he is also the kind of a one that forgets what he has done, so you cannot hold him to the fire later one, as he will deny what he did.
As I sunk deeper and deeper into suicidal ideation that night, I finally was moved to call our Mobile Crisis Unit at 8AM the following morning. THey wanted me to call my therapist at 9AM. She did not return my call all day and by that evening I was in deep crisis. I called the Mobile crisis Unit again and that time they came to my house and counscelled me. We signed a contract that I would not harm myself, that I would make an emergency appointment with my therapist the following morning and that I would call them in the meantime if I were having SI or any other unmanageable thoughts.
In the past, I would simply have called 911 and gone to the Hospital, but I have so many hospital bills already, that I shied away from that option. I knew that Mobile Crisis would come sooner or later, and I held out for them. If it had gotten any worse though, like if I had a solid plan for suicide, I would have called 911 and gone. It was close, but I was able to keep myself from harming myself by the "skin of my teeth."
I cannot tell you what the difference was, as to why I did not call 911, but I think it was that deep in my heart I did NOT want to kill myself. I had the ideations, but I also had the strong desire to live. None the less, if the desire to kill myself was any stronger, if the desire to stop myself from doing so was any less, I would have called 911. It was really close. I just had too many reasons to LIVE. Too many loved ones. Too many happy things going on in my life, to let this JERK ruin them.
There are a lot of folks at my safe haven of the Senior Center who love me. I have told most of them about him, what he did to me, so they are keeping an eye on him for me. The Director also knows and is doing the same. All will be fine. He cannot hurt me. I know this. None the less, one of the things in my agreement with the Mobile Crisis unit was that I would never allow myself to be alone at the Senior Center. I am careful to keep this one in place, even if he is not there, as he sometimes shows up late.
To me, crisis is despair. It is feeling hopeless about life and feeling there are no solutions to whatever disaster has befallen you. If you find yourself in that frame of mind, it is time to call for help of some kind.
This man used to live in our building and was kicked out for loud drunken parties. He's an alcoholic, and he is also the kind of a one that forgets what he has done, so you cannot hold him to the fire later one, as he will deny what he did.
As I sunk deeper and deeper into suicidal ideation that night, I finally was moved to call our Mobile Crisis Unit at 8AM the following morning. THey wanted me to call my therapist at 9AM. She did not return my call all day and by that evening I was in deep crisis. I called the Mobile crisis Unit again and that time they came to my house and counscelled me. We signed a contract that I would not harm myself, that I would make an emergency appointment with my therapist the following morning and that I would call them in the meantime if I were having SI or any other unmanageable thoughts.
In the past, I would simply have called 911 and gone to the Hospital, but I have so many hospital bills already, that I shied away from that option. I knew that Mobile Crisis would come sooner or later, and I held out for them. If it had gotten any worse though, like if I had a solid plan for suicide, I would have called 911 and gone. It was close, but I was able to keep myself from harming myself by the "skin of my teeth."
I cannot tell you what the difference was, as to why I did not call 911, but I think it was that deep in my heart I did NOT want to kill myself. I had the ideations, but I also had the strong desire to live. None the less, if the desire to kill myself was any stronger, if the desire to stop myself from doing so was any less, I would have called 911. It was really close. I just had too many reasons to LIVE. Too many loved ones. Too many happy things going on in my life, to let this JERK ruin them.
There are a lot of folks at my safe haven of the Senior Center who love me. I have told most of them about him, what he did to me, so they are keeping an eye on him for me. The Director also knows and is doing the same. All will be fine. He cannot hurt me. I know this. None the less, one of the things in my agreement with the Mobile Crisis unit was that I would never allow myself to be alone at the Senior Center. I am careful to keep this one in place, even if he is not there, as he sometimes shows up late.
To me, crisis is despair. It is feeling hopeless about life and feeling there are no solutions to whatever disaster has befallen you. If you find yourself in that frame of mind, it is time to call for help of some kind.