Jim has been on for the last two days. I asked him if I could talk to him and it didn’t materialise either day. When faced with situations which aren’t presented to him as talking he seems to have two modes with me – one is slightly crazy friendliness – tongue -poking, winking, etc, and the other is grabbing me by the arm and making me go wherever he wishes. I think I have had another bruise left on my arm today. I have quite a nice collection. The one on my stomach remains the most pronounced, from being kicked.
This afternoon Re started on me, being rude, saying I had been kicked in last week and to shut my mouth. I had forgotten that she had been there and wondered where she was getting it from. Kiran came out from behind us at the noise and Re started to spin her a yarn and she said ‘I know, darling’. Jim came out and told her she could go outside (it was my understanding that he asked/told her to move away, and she did. But then she came back on the phone and I got upset and I thought he had asked her to move for my sake, so I started getting really wound up and they came out and told me if I didn’t calm down I would have to leave the ward. They might have said I could. I said something and Jim grabbed me angrily and started forcing me up the corridor. I think Tracy was involved, Sean was definitely involved, and they grabbed me roughly, and I can’t remember what I was saying but they wouldn’t listen. I know I said that when I was upset there was a reason, but that one minute they were nice and the next they were doing that to me. I said they were the ones who were schizophrenic. I hope there are people reading this who recognise the reason in what I said.
I wanted to go to the toilet, and I told them and they told me the toilet in the corridor was open. It wasn’t. I told them I had no money to go anywhere and they wouldn’t open the door. I confronted Kiran with what she had said and she said she didn’t have to discuss it. I said she had a duty to discuss something she had done which was an issue to me with my care. I believe she has a personal duty if not a moral one. When I got back later they were playing laughing, giggling hostesses. I said if they wouldn’t discuss it with me then I will tell who I like how I like, and that I chose blogging. While having dinner I was saying stuff about abuse and assaults and that in any other situation than a mental hospital or a prison I would be told that my first concern should be my own safety and that I should get out or get a restraining order against the perpetrators. I seem to remember you can do that with the police these days, though I don’t know in what circumstances.
In the meantime I went outside and met the boyfriend of one of the other patients, and he let me literally cry on his shoulder. I ended up going to the multi-faith room and Katya was there. We had quite a stormy time. I felt angry with her for what I felt to be her broad brush approach. I can’t by any means remember everything we said. We did a meditation at the end, and I wondered if in any circumstances a meditation with one person would permit them to cry and scream and come out the other side feeling washed, not repressed. It said something about noticing the sensations in your body and not judging them, and at that point I asked if it would be OK to cry and scream. I talked about repressing emotions being a way of judging them, because if you didn’t judge them you would just let them happen, even insist on them and your right to express them, as in other situations where social steps forward have taken place.
I went back for dinner and it was as I have said. Katya had talked about fighting fire with fire and how it wasn’t good, and I said that was the staff, in their relationship with me. I said I wanted to go out and asked for someone to open my door. I demanded it, as far as I dared, rather than asked. Tracy said she would come. I said I was going to find out whether or not I had an obligation to go back on the ward since I had been forced off. She wanted to talk reasonably, she said, but I told her I didn’t want to, that you can’t go from being unreasonable to reasonable whenever you felt like it. I She said when I tried to find out if I had an obligation to go back on the ward to make sure that I told them I wasn’t the innocent party. She just walked away, went into the clinic room and slammed the door locked behind her.
I talked to my ‘Old Wife’ who very kindly let me have a cup of tea on the house. Both she and Katya said I should go to the Women’s Centre. I phoned the police afterwards and asked them if I had an obligation to go back under the circumstances, and they told me there was no bar on me going back and I could go back when I liked.
But I have to go back to the same possibility of abuse and assault all the time. In any other situation I could walk away and never go back, if I chose to deal with it that way, with impunity. I’ve had verbal assaults and abuse from staff and patients, but the only physical assaults I’ve had really apart from last week were from staff. My section is supposed to be coming to an end this week. I don’t know what they are trying to do with that. I really would feel safer on the streets. At least I would have my benefits back, and be able to pay two lots of storage every 28 days without feeling it so much.
I can’t have special people on the staff, i can’t try to make friends of them, because the truth is that when I need them they are either not there for me or they lose it for some reason, regardless of former tongue poking and winking. Jim did that because he felt like it. He was really angry and he turned that into an assault he could rationalise professionally, to other people if not to himself. Terry was on the ward.
Tracy acts as if she is the one who has a right to offendedly and pettishly disengage and not talk. She walks away and leaves you in pieces behind her. for me she leaves me wanting to get my own back. I think the patient has a right to disengage from nurses or staff they don’t get on with, but these people are betraying relationships all over the place. They overheated and dragged me and pushed me out, with no money and wanting to go to the toilet. They left me crying on someone else. When I turned round a nurse was watching me from inside, and walked away as soon as I turned round.
If you express concern for these people and their personal circumstances they take it for granted. If you don’t who knows what they think, but you might feel less human, until met with a situation like this. I feel very human in my hatred and distress at the moment, and my deep rage and anger, and hopelessness. I said to Katya that I wanted to laugh but that there was nothing to laugh about, that it would be belittling it. I said if they are going to call me mentally ill they should do something to make me feel better and give me hope, not give reasons for considering suicide. I have something in my religious background that says that suicide is the ultimate act of manipulation, so I feel guilty saying that. I feel I know better, but I can see no way out of this. In ordinary situations of abuse and assault you are told that in no way is it your fault, but this is different, we are told. ’If you don’t we will have to’. Like, ‘look what you made me do’, ‘I had no option’.
I listened to Blake 7 last night on Radio 4 Extra. That was interesting. It could have been written about me. It says rebellion is not a malfunction, but an imperative. The woman says she hates the system and she doesn’t want to rejoin, that it has murdered her friends and robbed her of her identity. This is just sci-fi, but it is more than that. For me it is serious.
What is happening to me in the hospital is demeaning, degrading and dehumanising. It isn’t about being friends with the staff. I don’t want their so-called solutions. I would happily be friends with some of these people, but they are unavailable for friendship, both ethically and by nature of what they do, professionally and not so professionally. I’ve said it is like living in a gangland and that I would not choose to have such people in my life, and nor have I chosen to be there, but that there is no support or protection. I don’t act like most of these people and don’t want to. People have started calling on Norma around me. I feel like the new Norma. She said the other day that people should speak to her because she was not allowed to speak or to shout. She is very quiet these days, i hardly hear her at all, and she used to be very voluble.
I am a victim. I do not have a victim mentality. I want to leave and repair my life. I do not have a victim mentality. Any more than any other abused group has had. They have been made victims by other people. They wave Section papers at you and use it as a cover for all kinds of abuse.
They don’t take Kerry off when she is being violent and abusive or behaving in ways people don’t like. They let her get on with it. One of the women who had a go at me last night then got nice had a go at me again today, and stuck her middle finger up at me as I was pushed off the ward. Tonight she is not going to get such an easy reconciliation, if she wants one. For me it is heartbreaking, because I didn’t do this to other patients when I first came on the ward, but people who didn’t know me then and how active I was in speaking out are doing it to me. It seems obvious to me, though it might sound ludicrous, that the staff wanted to use me or silence me, while at the same time ‘treating me as though I am schizophrenic’. It is obvious to me that they don’t like what is happening and the representations on TV and radio, but they don’t want to acknowledge any of it to say they were wrong about me. It is hypocrisy and terrifying abuse.