Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 May 2023

Suicidal? Some Agencies Won’t Help!


TRIGGER WARNING

Discussion of mental-health crises, suïcidal ideätion & suïcide attempts. Do not read any further if these subject matters may cause distress or harm.


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As of the date of publication, I have gone 170 days without medications due to withdrawal of social-care support by Trafford Council. This means nearly six months without inter alia anti-anxiety medication. A week ago my G.P. made a home-call and was here for between ninety minutes and two hours. We went through a whole slew of symptoms and conditions, but not everything; just the more urgent matters. The doctor advised me they would arrange for revised prescriptions with my pharmacist. These were to include anti-anxiety medication. A week later and still no meds. Apparently, the G.P. only sent through the prescriptions yesterday as they wanted to await my blood-tests. Given my suïcidal ideätion, one might have thought that there might be a sense of urgency. But one would be incorrect.


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Due to abuse, sexual-assaults & rapes I suffered from childhood onwards, in my late-teenage years and in my twenties, I attempted suïcide on multiple occasions, including overdoses, attempted drowning and even a self-stabbing. I eventually sought help from my then G.P., who did her best to support me.


At the end of the nineties I finally succumbed to a nervous-breakdown and received treatment from both a psychiatrist (mostly a waste of time) and a psychologist (extremely helpful) after a short-stay in a mental-health ward. I received cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT) and learned techniques to help control my thoughts, to some extent, and which I still try to implement. We addressed many issues including my abusive, overbearing & downright toxic parents. (I previously blogged about this in “Toxic Individuals; Toxic Affinities”.) My psychiatrist, my psychologist and my then G.P. all agreed that I ought to disassociate with my toxic family-members. I followed the advice. Within six months my G.P. commented that he had never seen me so confident. Indeed, I had never been so.


At the turn of the millennium, I was no longer depressed. In fact, I did not have a depressive episode again until 2006, after changing residences and moving to a new area away from my support-network. Thankfully it only lasted a matter of months. I suspect I am depressed again at this juncture (2022-3). I feel helpless & hopeless much of the time.


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Lack of Action by Healthcare


In a letter to my current G.P., dated 20th August 2021 (some 21 months ago), I wrote:


“8 Anxiety &. Panic-attacks


Anxiety was an issue I missed out, as apprised, of my long letter from earlier in the year and I noted that I needed to update you.


Because of the nature of this letter, I do not wish to go into details, but even prior to the change in SS regimen I was having increased levels of anxiety. However, since the change, my stress levels have hit the roof and I am now having a panic-attack roughly every 2-4 days, even waking up in the midst of them.


I suspect that my [medication] dose needs to be upped, at least for the foreseeable future. Please let me know what you think. I should really rather not change medication at this point as I have sufficient on my plate with which to deal. I hope that is fair.”


I again wrote to my G.P. in October 2021 (some 19 months ago):


“Anxiety & Depression


I am still regularly having panic-attacks and have started having dark thoughts. I feel bullied by Trafford ASS and this has rekindled all sorts of memories of my parental-abuse. A couple of times in the past month I have felt suicidal. Both times during particularly nasty migraines. However, I am concerned about spiralling.


Additionally, three or four years ago, you were going to organise some counselling in the Summer (May to September) months (usually my most alert time of the year). However, this did not come to pass. Perhaps this could be arranged for Summer 2022.


I definitely need something to calm me down now though and to help me stop over-thinking so much.


Please advise.”


In 2022 I revised and fully updated my spreadsheet of some 100+ current conditions & symptoms. I forwarded it to both my G.P. & my NHS hospital consultant, my two lead health-care professionals (HCPs), in an email dated 17th September 2022 (some 8 months ago) along with an email-letter detailing failures in my care régime and a serious deterioration in my health. Listed therein is suïcidal ideätion.


As far as I know my HCPs took no action. Certainly my anti-anxiety medication remained at its low rate. My anxiety & stress-levels continued to rise, with the not unreasonable assumption that the medics simply did not care adding to my distress.


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Lack of Support by Social-Care


In June 2022 (some 11 months ago) I wrote a long letter in which the following was included. The missive was sent to Trafford Council, my local councillors and the leader of the council. Later a copy of the aforementioned health-issues spreadsheet was also sent to them.


“MENTAL HEALTH


Background


I have a personal history of mental-health issues including OCD, Anxiety, Social-Anxiety, Depression and multiple suicide-attempts. I have a personal history of child-abuse, teenage-abuse, adult-abuse, sexual-assaults and rapes. At the end of the 1990s, after my last suicide-attempt and a mental-breakdown, I was hospitalised to give me a space in which to recover. From this I was referred to a local Mental-Health Trust. A wonderfully supportive psychologist spent a year using CBT-techniques to help bring me back into the outside world.


Depression


Since 2000, I have only once been sufficiently depressed to request (prescription-medicine only) support from my G.P. This occurred after moving home, the second-most stressful type of event after separation/divorce. It lasted but a few months whilst I became comfortable in my new world. As soon as I felt able, I apprised my G.P. that I was reducing the depression meds in order to fully come off them.


Anxiety


On the other hand, I have periodic prolonged anxiety, at which points I have contacted my G.P. to increase my anti-anxiety medication. Similarly, once I have felt more my normal self, I have then requested a reduction in the medication.


However, when I last wrote to the selfsame G.P., she advised me that we are all extra stressed at the moment and did nothing for me.


Suicidal Ideation


I have moved from being circa 85% bed-bound to some 95% bedridden. In Autumn of 2019, my G.P. agreed to refer me for a new inside wheelchair. My current chair is too large and unwieldy for use inside. I am still waiting for a referral. Had I had a usable wheelchair during these past couple of years, I could have gone downstairs more frequently, even out into my disabled-friendly garden constructed to support my needs. Instead I am trapped in what I cutely call my “bed-cell”!


I have increasingly been plagued by intrusive thoughts about suicide, dreams about my own or friends’ suicides and a waxing-waning obsession with death.


However, if my own G.P. is reluctant to support me, I really feel hopeless about my situation going forward.”


As far as I know they did nothing.


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Despite being so shoddily treated by Trafford Council, I wrote with some suggestions to the care-manager, the leader of the council and one of my local councillors:


“You have collectively not made one visible effort to support me. Hardly a shock to me. People that do not think it important to feed & water a caree, surely do not care a hoot about emotional, spiritual & mental distress!


My constructive-criticism here is that you:


(i) draw up standing instructions on how to d/w distressed &/or suïcidal folk;


(ii) this is widely & thoroughly disseminated not just among employees but councillors too;


(iii) get outside support from a #SuicidePrevention org to train staff & councillors.”


They did not respond to my suggestions. Nor did they take action for other clients as far as I can tell. They did however advise me that they would not communicate the issue with my G.P. Indeed, my G.P. confirmed last week that they did not get in contact with her at all, whether to discuss my deteriorating health or my alleged negative behaviours. It would seem they only play lip-service to safeguarding clients.


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So, I am left to struggle - without healthcare nor social-care - with my personal demons.


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I recently contacted a long-term friend, who valiantly came over to see me for a few days. She has agreed to and taken on the role of my advocate, so someone is at least now speaking up for me. She is shocked at the sclerotic pace at which agencies act given the seriousness of the situation.


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No wonder so many folk succeed in killing themselves.



[Image description: the author abed.]


Am I still suïcidal? On and off. I am still having emotional outbursts. I am still bursting into weeping several times per day, often without an apparent stimulus. But I am still able to talk myself out of taking drastic action.


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[Edit 30.05.2023]




@RoyalCollegeOfGeneralPractitioners @GeneralPharmaceuticalCouncil 


So, heading towards a fortnight since my G.P.’s visit (18th inst.) and still no meds. Transpires pharmacy had the prescription on hold waiting on clarified instructions from surgery. No urgency whatsoever - stuff the fact that the patient is suïcidal! FFS


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Tuesday, 25 April 2023

Suïcida: a Poem on Suicidal Ideation


Trigger-warning: this poëm and commentary are about suïcidal ideätion and attempted suïcide. Read no further if the subject-matter might cause the reader pain or injury!



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Suïcida



Suïcida, I am crazy to love you

You make me lonely;

You make me blue.

My head is splitting

What am I going to do?

Look what you have done to me!

Depression engulfs my mind;

Happiness no longer can I find.

I want so to break free

From you, but also from me.

Suïcida, please let me be!


Insanity, Eternity closer to me loom.

I take the elixir in my empty room

I swallow more and more;

The Siren calls me from her distant shore

Oh, listen to that soporific call!

The Depths entrance me

I fall, I fall

Only to be embraced in Your life-giving love;

From Hell, I am lifted to Your kingdom above.


In my deepest despair

Lord, You were there,

For You are the One

Who will always care;

Whatever happens,

However I fair

I have no need to worry,

For You are eternally there.



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I wrote this poëm in my late teenage-years, as such it is an example of juvenilia. At the time I repeatedly attempted to kill myself. Severe, serious & on-going abuse from both parents was seriously impacting my amour-propre. It did not help me that they constantly re-iterated that I should never amount to anything. (I eventually went to university - something they did their darnedest to prevent - and qualified to become the teacher, the vocation I had desired to pursue from my junior-school years.) They never did anything to inculcate self-worth; they never expressed love (storgē); with a couple of rare instances, they never publicly supported me. The folk who are supposed to love a child, did not; rather they actively hated me. I never had the predisposition, the energy nor compulsion to hate, but I certainly had no respect for those that begat me.


The style in which this poëm is written feels like an atavistic precursor to my current poëtic technique. Nevertheless, rather than tweak these verses to align with my current beliefs, I consider it best to leave this creätion as is.


I no longer believe in a theïstic G_d: in that sense I am an apostate. Were I to scribe these verses now, the final stanza would not even be a thought nor even a reflection upon my past self.


However, whilst this poëm is an amalgam of several suïcide-attempts, the one that comes to mind when I re-read it is when I spent a night throwing up after taking an overdose of any and every painkiller I could lay my hands upon in the familiar bathroom-cabinet. A couple of close friends only know that I saw an angel and he repeatedly punched my stomach so as I should vomit the sirenic concoction. I threw up until the dawn’s rays. Then I slept. I slept one of the calmest, most contented slumbers of my whole sentient life.


At the risk of sounding unhinged, I have seen angels (and ghosts and rarely dæmons) throughout my whole life since being a small boy. Angels have appeared at times when I have been crushed one way or another. But, of course, the existence of angelic beïngs does not support belief nor unbelief in a divine entity.


For many years I have described myself as a humanistic pantheïst. Pantheïsm in this sense is the belief that the divine permeätes the Cosmos. Many of the elements in our atoms were creäted in supernovæ prior to reaching Earth. Hence we are all part of, all one with the Universe. I also believe in mankind, hence the qualifier in respect to humanism. Man can be evil, but humankind also has the option to do Good. And, as a Quaker, I truly believe that the Good is worth believing in. We can all be better than we are, individually and collectively.


As a tonic to my anxiëty & depression, I have ended here with words of Hope.


I continue to battle my desire for oblivion…




Monday, 17 April 2023

Is it time to die?


Without anti-anxiety medication for more than four months, my anxiety-levels are sky-high. No doubt I am also now clinically depressed. Alas, there is no point requesting medications from my G.P. (family-doctor), as there is no-one, no agency to give me my meds and ensure I take them. (Recall I am bedridden and most of the time do not have access to water.)

Without my anxieties (general & social) being under control, my ability to communicate - other than short blasts of text via social-media in situations that do not aggravate my stress-levels - is all but stymied as well as diminishing. My Fitbit is recording massive energy-usage despite my not leaving my bed. Stress is quite literally burning up my body. Over all, I continue to lose body-weight - well, between only one meal per day on average (sometimes up to 2 days without food) and my body’s reäction to stress, hardly surprising!

Then there is the constant pain. The list below contains the ones I have been experiencing of late. I have pain-patches which massively reduce but never completely obliterate the pain in my lower spine. Without the pain-relief I am in agony in aforesaid area.

For a year or so I have been contemplating suïcide on a regular basis - my G.P., hospital consultant and the relevant authorities were apprised but took no action. Suïcidal ideätion now plagues me several times each and every single day. I am having to use up my precious reserves of energy and my limited cognitive-abilities to try to convince myself to live. Much of the same resources are required as I try to recall to sip what little water I have throughout the day. (Remember I do not feel hunger nor thirst, so do not receive physiological prompts.)

To this end, I have drawn up lists of pros and cons for killing myself. This is because I cannot always recall the good - though always can recall some of the bad. At least in the short-term I have events to which I can look forward. This gives me a glimmer of hope, a reason to stay at least for the short-term.

Bhupesh Prusty is expected to announce the discovery of a genetic-marker for Myalgic Encephalomyelitis AND a potential drug to treat symptoms within the next month as well.

Thereafter, I anticipate little that is positive for myself. I am not sure how I shall convince myself to stick around at that point. Anyhow, I ought to be here for at least the next month or so…

Heigh-ho!

Cons:


Cons

[Close friend’s] support

[Closest children in my life]

[Long-term friend’s] visit end of April

[Neighbour & good friend’s] support

[Neighbours’] suïcide trauma

Austrian chums

Benalmadense chums

EUROVISION in May

Green Party speaking up for everyman

Local Ombudsman possibility

M.E. Biomedical research

NICE partially correcting previous errors

Police support ?

Possible M.E. genetic-marker tbc

Possible M.E. treatment tbc

Quakers

Rejoin (EU) movement

SM chums









Pros:



Pro

Personal

Allergies, year round

Personal

Anxiety-attacks, constant triggers


BBC failings

Personal

Bedridden


Biopsychosocial model crap believed, spread & esteemed despite zero evidence-base

Personal

Blind always down


BREXIT / Brexshitters


Charity sector politicisation & failings

Personal

Communication Inability


Conservative / Tory Party failings

Personal

Cooking inability


CQC failings c. 2 years

Personal

Depression 


Disabilism / ableism rife

Personal

Disability barriers e.g. with online bank, town-centre, etc.

Personal

Dressing inability


DWP attiitude & ongoing failings

Personal

Dysfunctional thus unsupportive family


Economic illiteracy widespread


Envirnomental stupidity


Failure of democracy in UK & no prospect of amelioration


G.P. & Surgery attitudes & failings

Personal

Gardening inability

Personal

Housebound


Housemate attitude


Housemate behaviours

Personal

IBS, discomfort


Labour Party failings

Personal

Lack of drinks

Personal

Lack of food

Personal

Lack of social interaction


Liberal Demcocrat Party failings

Personal

Limited baths

Personal

Limited mouthwashing

Personal

Loss of fine motor-skills

Personal

Loss of independence 

Personal

Loss of muscle-mass

Personal

Loss of sensation


M.E. Charities’ failings, ongoing


Media bias, esp. MSM

Personal

Memory inability 

Personal

No bedclothes changes

Personal

No counselling 

Personal

No dentist

Personal

No dreams

Personal

No fresh-air

Personal

No haircut

Personal

No medications

Personal

No music (severely limited)

Personal

No nature

Personal

No pedicure/manicure

Personal

No physiotherapy 

Personal

No radio (severely limited)

Personal

No showers

Personal

No teeth-brushing

Personal

No television (severely limited)

Personal

No washes

Personal

No wheelchair

Personal

Pain, bladder

Personal

Pain, breathing

Personal

Pain, hands

Personal

Pain, headaches

Personal

Pain, hips

Personal

Pain, hyperacusis

Personal

Pain, joints

Personal

Pain, lymph-glands

Personal

Pain, migraines

Personal

Pain, neuralgia 

Personal

Pain, ocular 

Personal

Pain, pelvic

Personal

Pain, photophobia

Personal

Pain, prostate

Personal

Pain, shins

Personal

Pain, sinuses

Personal

Pain, spinal

Personal

Pain, swallowing

Personal

Pain, teeth & gums

Personal

Pain, urethral

Personal

Painting & drawing inability

Personal

Panic-attacks, hours to calm down

Personal

Peeing in bed (bottle)

Personal

Penis curvature (aging)

Personal

Poetry inability


Political situation deteriorating & no prospect of amelioration 

Personal

Rashes, discomfort

Personal

Reading inability


Rule of Law collapse

Personal

Sleep issues


Social Care failings for a decade +


Social milieu deteriorating & no prospect of amelioration

Personal

Speech inability

Personal

Stress, almost everything

Personal

Thinking inability

Personal

Throat issues


Trafford CEO’s failings


Trafford Council Leader’s failings


Trafford Local Councillors’ failings


Trafford Re-ablement Team failings


Trafford Social Services failings for decade +

Personal

Trauma, childhood onwards

Personal

Trauma, gaslighting

Personal

Trauma, rapes

Personal

Trauma, sexual assaults

Personal

Travel inability

Personal

Vision issues

Personal

Writing inability