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Hello again, I’m back after a couple of months of being on medication that dispelled any creative urges, including the capacity to complain when being treated like dirt by mental health services. I suppose it’s a cunning plan on their part, dope you up so you no longer have the faculties to oppose their blatant […]Read More Hittin’ it, not quittin’ it
After just a week I decided to leave the recovery house. I’m not better since my admission; I’m worse, but I fear that being in the house was one of the factors in my deterioration. When I was studying towards my PhD I became acquainted with a chap called Foucault, who had a lot to […]Read More Diagnose and Treat…or Discipline and Punish?
A mental health patient explains the frustrations of trying to convince doctors that her illness is biological, rather than caused by a bad night’s sleep, a row with her boyfriend or her menstrual cycle.Read More Something of a Car Crash
Likely to be a regular feature while I’m in acute mental health services. Today it went something like this. Back in the day, when I first developed my spinal problems, I was prescribed large numbers of prescription strength co-codamol. They were handed out in boxes of 100, on repeat prescription, for years, as I detailed […]Read More Catch of the Day
I’m ill, which means I need to access mental health services, which in turn makes me more ill. Oh the sweet irony of NHS mental health care. I write this in my GP’s waiting room having just had an encounter that was almost as unpleasant for the doctor as it was for me. As ever, […]Read More Dry your eyes, mate