hrm..stories..nothing too f***ed up
* I was constantly watched and followed by a nurse each day, a different nurse each day and night, roughly half of them didn't speak english well enough to converse with.
* There was a piano I played whenever I could, a man who used to work in the Dublin symphony orchestra came to see me when i was confined to bed due to depression and complimented my playing..I really wish I had gotten out of bed and went to have dinner with him.
* I saw a women who cut her stomach in an attempt to kill herself be taken away
* One fellow told me he developed schizophrenia due to brain damage from alcohol.
* another man who appeared to be a recovering drug addict couldn't have look less..reputable, smelly, extremely slured speech, dirty, slouched..and he was the friendliest guy there
* I listened to a lot of "Lost In the Trees" a folk band
* They did not take my shoelaces or belt
* Bipolar Disorder and autism presented together reminds me of schizophrenia.
Can't think of anything else
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What's your take on the whole thing?
Nothing has ever made me feel more alone, more helpless, more missunderstood and lost. I've never been trapped for so long with nothing but my thoughts and only my flaws to curl up with. And in sleepless nights I found my thoughts constantly thinking "this is hurting my family more then me". I hoped perhaps I would receive more pity, sympathy and understanding from my siblings and co afterwards, but..it scares people, people are scared and uncomfortable, embaressed to discuss it - they'd rather discuss the weather or physical illness
I'm glad it taught me how normal people really deal with mental illness: they can't handle it. if theres something wrong with your heart you'll have all the family flocking to give you sympathy cards and boxes of chocolates..but when you're mentally ill you have to keep it secret, pretend it didn't happen, because people can't discuss it, it's just to scary..it's must easier to deal with losing your body to an accident, but the prospect of losing your mind is to much for normal people to discuss. If I bring it up they will quickly change the subject to something less offending.
And I remember pretty well what it's like to be physically ill, I was a often covered in bandages as a child and people were genuinely curious as to why, and they really cared, but god forbid I have bandages on my wrists.
It's sad, I remember what it's like to have a support network for physical illness, but when I'm demented or manic or psychotic they seem to think there is some secret way of handling it and they are not qualified..you know the most universal reaction I get to telling people stuff like that? "oh! well that's..yeah *smile*"
bah humbug
Phonic
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'not only has he hacked his intellect away from his feelings, but he has smashed his feelings and his capacity for judgment into smithereens'.