The weather is cold and miserable, to be honest so is the atmosphere in the house, ten days maximum without an eruption. You can predict exactly what is going to happen. Explosion with doors slamming, heads being struck against walls (Daddy's no one else) screaming and shouting from both Mum and Dad, then three or four days of silence, a day or two of edgey conversation then normal for a few, guess that is the calm before the storm again. And then booooooommmmmm!!!!!
I would not normally say too much but I really feel that I should this time. Daddy had a melt down begged to be taken into hospital, begged, totally lost the plot panicked and could not control the shaking, crying, etc.
Mum phoned the Crisis team, they asked if she had a doctors referral, if not she would need one, even though Dad is under the Community Mental Health Team. Mum phoned the doctors, sorry nothing we can do, no appointments for three weeks. Mum wasnt too polite and said "shall I ask him to wait three weeks to try and kill himself then"; phoned a certain 24hr emergency helpline, while I was stopping Dad from grabbing the car keys, taking any more tablets etc. She ended up phoning 999 and asking for an ambulance.
Why do we have to go through the ambulance service who are busy enough and are not properly trained to deal with severely mentally ill people. They are stretched enough and do not need to add to the pressure.
Anyway, Mum and Daddy were taken to the hospital, Dad had managed to take some tablets but nothing much. He told the ambulance service that he needed to be sectioned. Everything anyone said was being confused and taken the wrong way. He was really, really, poorly, never seen him this bad and I have seen bad. Mum was in pieces.
Kept phoning Mum who told me that they had put Dad in the relatives room and he would have someone come from the crisis team in Huntingdon later. Six hours later he turned up. Asked Dad who by now was calmer, but still really poorly how he felt and what he wanted to do. Dad said he wanted to go home so my neighbour and me went to pick them both up.
That isnt offering the sufferer any help or the families. It is wrong so I guess I have another mission Keep my blog going, keeping pushing and maybe one day someone will listen.
I would not normally say too much but I really feel that I should this time. Daddy had a melt down begged to be taken into hospital, begged, totally lost the plot panicked and could not control the shaking, crying, etc.
Mum phoned the Crisis team, they asked if she had a doctors referral, if not she would need one, even though Dad is under the Community Mental Health Team. Mum phoned the doctors, sorry nothing we can do, no appointments for three weeks. Mum wasnt too polite and said "shall I ask him to wait three weeks to try and kill himself then"; phoned a certain 24hr emergency helpline, while I was stopping Dad from grabbing the car keys, taking any more tablets etc. She ended up phoning 999 and asking for an ambulance.
Why do we have to go through the ambulance service who are busy enough and are not properly trained to deal with severely mentally ill people. They are stretched enough and do not need to add to the pressure.
Anyway, Mum and Daddy were taken to the hospital, Dad had managed to take some tablets but nothing much. He told the ambulance service that he needed to be sectioned. Everything anyone said was being confused and taken the wrong way. He was really, really, poorly, never seen him this bad and I have seen bad. Mum was in pieces.
Kept phoning Mum who told me that they had put Dad in the relatives room and he would have someone come from the crisis team in Huntingdon later. Six hours later he turned up. Asked Dad who by now was calmer, but still really poorly how he felt and what he wanted to do. Dad said he wanted to go home so my neighbour and me went to pick them both up.
That isnt offering the sufferer any help or the families. It is wrong so I guess I have another mission Keep my blog going, keeping pushing and maybe one day someone will listen.