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None of the therapists at this place take it seriously. I was on the waiting list for this therapy for 5 years. During that time I became extremely suicidal, to the point that it scared me and I contacted the local hospital where this therapy place is, desperate for help. They squeezed me in for a one-off emergency appointment. The therapist was a hippy woman dressed in long flowing purple robes. I told her how I was on the verge of suicide and begged for help. I had my method planned and everything. She smiled serenely and told me to buy the new age book "The Secret," which is about the law of attraction, and use it to attract whatever I want into my life. Then, according to her, I won't be depressed any more. Then that was the end of the session and she pretty much shoved me out the door.
I did in fact make a suicide attempt that landed me in intensive care for 5 days. Even then, they didn't GAF. During my hospital stay, I was extremely confused due to a combination of the overdose I'd taken, plus whatever drugs they were giving me. I was so confused I didn't know where I was or what was happening. Sometimes I thought I was in my living room at home and sometimes I thought I was at the beach. In this state, they gave me two sessions, right there in a nearby part of that hospital, with a therapist. I was so unwell I had to lay down during the sessions and wasn't even sure what was going on. After the first session the therapist showed me out of the door and I was so confused I couldn't find my way back to my ward, I didn't know where I was going or what was happening and ended up just sitting down in a corridor. Eventually when I didn't return to the ward they came to find me.
After 5 days I was deemed physically well enough to go home, and was discharged with no follow up mental health appointments. Seriously, no-one cares, I am used to it. Just like the government/DWP don't care if I starve due to lack of money. I'm now just tolerating this current therapy to help me win my benefits case.
Yeah this sounds awful. Mental health isn't taken seriously and it sounds like you're in a location where it's especially bad. It's in the UK, right?
Yes, I don't think any health issues are taken seriously. It took them nearly 4 years to diagnose my cancer because they refused to do any tests, they kept telling me I was just either depressed or a hypochondriac.
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