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I went to a new therapy office about 5 days ago. I went to get medication management and group therapy support. I was standing in line. I was playing a game on my phone to stay grounded. I was suddenly attacked by another patient. They were screaming out slur words about the minority group that I am a part of.
It was a very "mild" attack. I was able to get away fast. I "only" got scratched on my neck and chest as I got away.
There was someone in the room videotaping the person in the psychotic state just before they approached me. They were filming because they thought the woman was goofy because they are kind of a jerk to film someone in a mental health crisis...
But there is a video tape. I watched it today. There were 5 staff people. People the in waiting room intervened to help me. Not a single staff person did anything. They didn't even tell the person to leave. The head clinical staff person happened to be at the front desk, three feet away from me, and did nothing. Didn't even tell the person stop or to leave or anything.
All in all, it was a clearly not well person not connected to reality, and while that doesn't make it ok, it is different to me than a random violent stranger. I guess.
What disturbs me is that the clinic staff did nothing.
They still do nothing. I asked to switch to a new location. they have 7 locations. They told me today, that this "kind of incident is more likely to happen at other locations."
The person who hurt me was arrested and charged with a violent felony and a hate crime. I didn't "press" charges" I only told the police to keep the person away from me. They decided what to do.
The clinic, they actually told me this is "more likely" to happen again at other locations.
It all hit me yesterday. Why does this happen to me? The staff told me it was not my fault, I did nothing wrong, I did nothing to deserve this or provoke this person.
But this still happened to me, and I am facing a clinical system that is acting like it's no big deal and even likely to happen again. They scheduled me for a therapy session for CBT therapy on Tuesday. I told them they are fooling themselves if they think I'm coming back there. I asked again to go to the other location and they said ok, but then sent me on a run around and told me it was too hard to switch me to the other office. "Too hard."
I sort of lost my own sh*t at that point. I hung up the phone and dissociated and engaged in bad coping skills...
I went to a party the day after this all happened. I forgot about the scratches on my neck. Someone asked me what happened. I told her, "I was at this clinic and a random psychotic person kinda tried to attack me..." She remarked, "why would that happen? Why do these things happen to you?" I shrugged it off but it all hit me now.
I hate feeling helpless. I hate it. More than anything. My fear of being helpless fuels all my self destructive behaviors. But incidents like this, it reinforces my fear of ever being helpless. I am having flashbacks, not so much to the attacker, but feeling the pain and the struggle and fear, and looking at the staff... just standing there. doing nothing. I came for help from them, and when I was in danger, they did nothing.
It's the story of my life. As a child, I remember looking at my neighbors watching me get hit and abused, and they looked, and did nothing. Nothing.
Some people respond to trauma by developing learned helplessness. I went to the other extreme where I act more capable than I am and I fear ever being seen as helpless or ever feeling or being helpless.
I was just mugged a few weeks ago....
I think I am doing something that is putting me in harms way. I don't know what it is. But why would this happen to me again so soon? I don't live in east LA (a dangerous neighborhood). I live in a place that is pretty safe. It's not the mugger, it's not the crazy hateful psychotic person that I fear. But the people in power who stand by and act helpless and do nothing and allow me to be harmed.
I'm not sure what to do with all of this. I'm terrified to tell my therapist what happened. She will tell me I re-enacted trauma again. She will tell me I will never get better if this keeps happening. She will tell me... I don't even know what. I don't care.
It was a very "mild" attack. I was able to get away fast. I "only" got scratched on my neck and chest as I got away.
There was someone in the room videotaping the person in the psychotic state just before they approached me. They were filming because they thought the woman was goofy because they are kind of a jerk to film someone in a mental health crisis...
But there is a video tape. I watched it today. There were 5 staff people. People the in waiting room intervened to help me. Not a single staff person did anything. They didn't even tell the person to leave. The head clinical staff person happened to be at the front desk, three feet away from me, and did nothing. Didn't even tell the person stop or to leave or anything.
All in all, it was a clearly not well person not connected to reality, and while that doesn't make it ok, it is different to me than a random violent stranger. I guess.
What disturbs me is that the clinic staff did nothing.
They still do nothing. I asked to switch to a new location. they have 7 locations. They told me today, that this "kind of incident is more likely to happen at other locations."
The person who hurt me was arrested and charged with a violent felony and a hate crime. I didn't "press" charges" I only told the police to keep the person away from me. They decided what to do.
The clinic, they actually told me this is "more likely" to happen again at other locations.
It all hit me yesterday. Why does this happen to me? The staff told me it was not my fault, I did nothing wrong, I did nothing to deserve this or provoke this person.
But this still happened to me, and I am facing a clinical system that is acting like it's no big deal and even likely to happen again. They scheduled me for a therapy session for CBT therapy on Tuesday. I told them they are fooling themselves if they think I'm coming back there. I asked again to go to the other location and they said ok, but then sent me on a run around and told me it was too hard to switch me to the other office. "Too hard."
I sort of lost my own sh*t at that point. I hung up the phone and dissociated and engaged in bad coping skills...
I went to a party the day after this all happened. I forgot about the scratches on my neck. Someone asked me what happened. I told her, "I was at this clinic and a random psychotic person kinda tried to attack me..." She remarked, "why would that happen? Why do these things happen to you?" I shrugged it off but it all hit me now.
I hate feeling helpless. I hate it. More than anything. My fear of being helpless fuels all my self destructive behaviors. But incidents like this, it reinforces my fear of ever being helpless. I am having flashbacks, not so much to the attacker, but feeling the pain and the struggle and fear, and looking at the staff... just standing there. doing nothing. I came for help from them, and when I was in danger, they did nothing.
It's the story of my life. As a child, I remember looking at my neighbors watching me get hit and abused, and they looked, and did nothing. Nothing.
Some people respond to trauma by developing learned helplessness. I went to the other extreme where I act more capable than I am and I fear ever being seen as helpless or ever feeling or being helpless.
I was just mugged a few weeks ago....
I think I am doing something that is putting me in harms way. I don't know what it is. But why would this happen to me again so soon? I don't live in east LA (a dangerous neighborhood). I live in a place that is pretty safe. It's not the mugger, it's not the crazy hateful psychotic person that I fear. But the people in power who stand by and act helpless and do nothing and allow me to be harmed.
I'm not sure what to do with all of this. I'm terrified to tell my therapist what happened. She will tell me I re-enacted trauma again. She will tell me I will never get better if this keeps happening. She will tell me... I don't even know what. I don't care.