but the crisis team are pat of the NHS mental health provision and they are a part of the problem. They are being reorganised, they are in a huge mess and no-one knows anything about anyone.
Last time I phoned Crisis, they told me I should see my GP straight away. I had doubts but phoned and to an immediate appointment. I told the GP, and she phoned he Crisis team. I gave up.
Six weeks and one day ago I had an assessment with a new therapist. I'd been waiting for this since July last year. She told me I needed careful and supportive treatment since I was so fragile, and that she would write up my assessment and send me a copy to comment on before sending it out to the rest of the team. Since then - resounding silence. I doubt she can even remember who I am by now.
Four and a half weeks ago I had an appointment with the Psychiatrist who is a kind man. The afternoon before , my latest Care Co-ordinator phoned and said they'd another reorganisation and it was cancelled, she'd send an appointment with some one else. I was supposed to be discussing whether to up the dose of the latest meds, but nothing since.
Ad through all this I can hear my mother's voice "Don't make a fuss, Stenni" Whenever I ask for help I'm told I don't need it.
I've been taking excess a doses of anti-histamines and sleeping pills for days on end, to stay safe and to keep the pain away. My husband doesn't seem to have noticed that I'm asleep or zombied out all the time, but he doesn't like talking about stuff, he just cooks the dinner and cleans the house.
I want to drive to the NH unit, take some of each of the nine different drugs they've given me and then take my car and crash it through the entrance of the MH unit.
So I should phone the crisis team, but they will just make it worse…..
Last time I phoned Crisis, they told me I should see my GP straight away. I had doubts but phoned and to an immediate appointment. I told the GP, and she phoned he Crisis team. I gave up.
Six weeks and one day ago I had an assessment with a new therapist. I'd been waiting for this since July last year. She told me I needed careful and supportive treatment since I was so fragile, and that she would write up my assessment and send me a copy to comment on before sending it out to the rest of the team. Since then - resounding silence. I doubt she can even remember who I am by now.
Four and a half weeks ago I had an appointment with the Psychiatrist who is a kind man. The afternoon before , my latest Care Co-ordinator phoned and said they'd another reorganisation and it was cancelled, she'd send an appointment with some one else. I was supposed to be discussing whether to up the dose of the latest meds, but nothing since.
Ad through all this I can hear my mother's voice "Don't make a fuss, Stenni" Whenever I ask for help I'm told I don't need it.
I've been taking excess a doses of anti-histamines and sleeping pills for days on end, to stay safe and to keep the pain away. My husband doesn't seem to have noticed that I'm asleep or zombied out all the time, but he doesn't like talking about stuff, he just cooks the dinner and cleans the house.
I want to drive to the NH unit, take some of each of the nine different drugs they've given me and then take my car and crash it through the entrance of the MH unit.
So I should phone the crisis team, but they will just make it worse…..
