I’ve been thing to sort out new/different treatment and support options. I have been through some really bad intakes and experiences over the past six months, one assessment experience was bad enough I should probably report it to regulatory officials. I won’t share about details here except to say I’m really shutting down to trying to get help and I wonder if I’m sabatoging it by being too calmly frank.
I broke down and saw an old therapist and point blank told her “I’m having a lot of suicidal thoughts. I want to die.”
Therapist replied, “Do we need to go outside and call 911?”
Me: “No.”
Therapist: Ok.”
Silence for about two minutes, and then I said, “Can you say something more? I’m really struggling with this. Can you help me with it?”
Therapist: “I asked if we needed to call 911.”
I brought it up later too, asking what would be things we could do in therapy deal with it, reduce this, and again, she only asked, “do we need to go outside and call 911?”
I broke down sobbing and said,”Sure. Do it. If that’s my only treatment option, let’s do it. Then what will 911 do?”
She then said, “They will take you to the hospital and give you meds that won’t help and retraumatize you and send you home.”
“Ok. Call them.”
She didn’t. Wtf was this all about then? Making me feel humiliated for having this problem and not being sure right now what to do? I got so upset she told me if I didn’t calm down I would need to leave. I didn’t really calm down. She soon said time was up and I needed to pay and told me to mantraized opposite thoughts. I asked what that meant because it didn’t made immediate sense (does now) and she cut me off to tell me she didn’t have time to tell me. I dropped my wallet and everything came out and I was sobbing and just fell apart. I left and walked through an extremely public place. I am so messed up. I just walked crying. Only reason I didn’t die was my dog.
That was the entire discussion about the suicidal thoughts. I have tried with another therapist in the recent past and didn’t actually get any further.
Wtf. Is there some kind of thing I’m missing to be able to talk about this hellish symptom of my brain wanting to off myself?
I made an attempt months ago and stopped myself halfway through and went to and ER... where they stated in medical records that they discharged without a psych assessment because I showed no signs of distress and they didn’t believe I was suicidal. They did no medical history. Just did triage and a doc stopped by and asked what I wanted. I managed to say I’m suicidal, and a psych eval. My doctor was furious that they just discharged. I was still very affected by what I had done when I walked in but the records show I said I was suicidal and I said I needed a psych eval. My doctor ended up seeing me in her office and I told her everything and she put me on an antideressant and asked me to stay with a friend. I never connected to any friends and stayed up all night a mess.
I had to stop the antidepressant due to serious side effects a few days ago and things are bad. I am doing all I can on my own.
I don’t know why I have bothered to try to get help. I seem to be too calm or too upset.
I’m in a bad spot. I don’t think I have it in me to ask for help again. What would be the point? More feeling horrible that I asked? The therapist asking about 911 was last night and whatever I had to hang on is weaker today after that. It’s a moment by moment thing. I really want to know what I’m doing wrong. I think it’s mentioning the suicidal thoughts at all, but I don’t think I’d tell someone else that.