I cut up both my arms with scissors during a rapid cycling episode that was finished days before I saw him. I was the one to make the appointment in the first place to have him re-evaluate my meds. I hadn't been sleeping or showering, just quitly sitting, watching tv. Although the cuts were nowhere near anything resembling a suicide attempt, and I told him that was not my goal(he should know the difference between the two), I guess he didn't trust me or my husband who came with me to go to a hospital. It would have been far less traumatic if we'd have gone on our own. I had never been in a police car before, and, as is my past experience with law enforcement, he belttled and berated me by asking about my "crazy" condition and asking rhetoricals like why can't you control yourself and stop annoying people.
I wound up waking him at 6 because I can't go in the bathroom by myself, and I had to take a shower. He was a jerk at first, poor guy, I startled him out of sleep, I'd be a jerk, too. He quickly snapped to in a way he never had before, he was able to tell me all the rational things that fell out of my head, making me aware af why the hallucinations were happening(around 5 they got audible in my head, not in a Berkowitz kill kind of way, rather my mother's voice calling out for me- she's still way with us), the smell, tremors, he really talked me the ledge of crazy, and I was able to get 3 hours of sleep, and my visit went well today.
Hugs,
Tiana