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It was a stormy evening. I'd never been afraid of thunder but this was very loud, very frightening. I went into the back yard. I loathed this place. I'd been a prisoner alone in the house for far too long. Somebody was calling my name and I was compulsively drawn down to the back wall - they were inside it! They must have been_. I could hear the voice and it started to get louder and angry, my feet were glued to the ground, I was frozen with fear; Oh God, help me out of this_. they must be in the shed, I daren't look. "SAMANTHA, are you alright?" "Thank God Vincent, you're here. There's someone in the shed." He flung the shed door open - a tin of paint fell from the ledge - I shrieked - no one was there! He checked the back alley, he checked the whole street, no one could be seen - but at least he'd believed me. Every time the voices came, I was alone. I knew what I could hear - but no one else ever heard, the air became like a vacuum, I was frozen, and then the phone would ring, the atmosphere was cut and suddenly the world started revolving again. It was weird, very weird but it was real to me. This and much more came back to me the other day when I met a pleasant lady. We sat and chatted about the weather, religion, life - nothing out of the ordinary. We drank coffee together and talked a while and apart from the fact she looked tired, and somewhat nervy, she seemed relatively "normal". If I hadn't been told what had occurred in the night I may have assumed this lady was possibly going through a difficult time and was a little fraught, but her behaviour in the night and early hours of the morning was frighteningly familiar to me. She was in the midst of a psychotic breakdown. The upset she had caused her family and the people close around her brought back an awareness of how much shock and anguish I once caused the people around me but this lady was ill and probably felt helpless and isolated. I was Sectioned under
the Mental Health Act for six weeks. This was after I had been in and
out of hospital over a period of two months. The section was brought
about because I would not co-operate with Hospital Staff or my family
who insisted that I was ill, but I did not feel that I was, that's why
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felt angry towards my father, not immediately because I didn't really
know what had happened except that I got very frustrated because the
staff wouldn't leave me alone. I wanted to be on my own at times, but
everything I did they came with me. Even when having a bath someone
came in with me, which as you can imagine wasn't pleasant. I lost custody of my daughter when I first
became ill. I was on a lot of medication, and although I missed her so
desperately, I couldn't really have coped alone with her, the drugs I
was prescribed were so sedating I couldn't have looked after her
safely. She was only two years old at the time, and as I was living
alone it wasn't feasible if it had been permissible. I wanted to see
her so much when I was in hospital, but this was only possible really
when I was allowed to go out - a psychiatric unit isn't the kind of
place you really want to take a child. So Lisa went to stay with her
father (my ex-husband) and within about 3 weeks of coming out of the
hospital he had me summonsed to court and an order was passed that she
should remain with her father. My recovery was a gradual process and I attended
a psychiatric unit very frequently for the first couple of years after
my breakdown, although I succeeded in convincing people close to me
that I was much better than I really was. It was only when I started
to think the other patients were ill that I came to the realisation
that I had been sick because at first they all seemed quite "sane"
to me and I didn't understand why any member of my family or friends
who visited me seemed wary if not afraid of some of them. I do think
the Section really helped me to recover because I felt resentful. I
was so angry and I thought I'm going to show them that I'm not sick, I
don't need to take all these tablets, and I was so determined to prove
them wrong I eventually succeeded. (My thoughts are often with those
who, "because of the system", have been forced into an
addiction they may never find the strength to overcome). |
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