Diagnosis and Crisis – What’s going on?
My mood dropped dramatically recently. I had been feeling rough for a few days and as soon as my last assignment had been written there was a ‘tipping’ point.
Within two days I was so acutely suicidal my friends felt the best place for me was hospital. After having to wait two hours for an ambulance in my last crisis they took me by taxi. On arrival I was greeted by a polite male receptionist – a good start! He took my details and asked us to sit in the green area, so we did. There was only one person in front of me so we got to see the first medical person, a nurse, rather quickly. She was rather rude and comments she made about my situation that were very unhelpful – I had to use every ounce of my control not to seek to complete my plans. We were then left to sit for two hours, no description of me was reported to security for all they knew when they called my name I could have been dead for nearly two hours, thankfully this didn’t happen. Feeling somewhat let down by the first nurse I encountered, I felt much better about those in the nursing profession by the third, getting better care with each one than I had with the previous.
The third nurse had come down from one of the mental health wards. Previously the mental health assessment had been the worst part. This nurse was, in my opinion, excellent! She did ‘make me better’, I didnt expect her to, but she supported me. She was honest and frank about my situation, understanding of the risk and fully explained why admission wasn’t the best option. She helped me to understand my rights and responsibilities.
Remember I said she was frank and honest? Well it turns out my community nurse and psychiatric consultant had been considering a disgnosis of Emotional Unstable Personality Disorder (Borderline Personality Disorder). For the purposes of correct assessment I can understand why they might have considered not telling me what they were considering but the fact that they mentioned nothing and I appeared to find out accidentally unpset me. It still does.
Within 12 hours my low mood had past and I was on a high again. I had made it through by the skin of my teeth. I was, and am, alive. It is the weekend now and I have an appointment to see my consultant early next week. I have been left with a multitude of questions:
– What is my actual disgnosis?
– What support and treatment will I recieve?
– How am I going to cope with the stigma associated, not only with personality disorders, but being known as someone with Borderline Personality Disorder?
– Is there any ‘peer’ support in my local area?
– How do I tell my family and loved ones? Apparently it is partly due to events during childhood – that is going to be difficult to explain sensitivity!
– How am I going to handle telling my emplyer and University staff?
I have a list ready for next week….!
Hopefully I willbe able to get some answers! My life feels like a massive maze with no map right now! Not even a water damaged one :p