Showing posts with label Mental Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mental Health. Show all posts

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

Does This Mean I'm Cured?

Well... Shit. Not even a week into my new blog and I'm cured of all my mental ailments! Yeah. riiiiiiggghhhhhtttt.
I'm having one of those 'good days' that I've only ever heard about. I feel all weird, I'm not anxious and I've managed to hold a conversation with the lady in the bed to the right of me, only because she wouldn't shut up until I gave her more than a smile or a little chuckle/one word reply. Does that still count, even when it was forced?🤔
I slept quite well last night, I'm sure the drugs helped and I actually felt refreshed when I woke up this morning. The Doctor came round and said I could have my drain taken out and that I may be able to go home tonight. I actually have my hopes up, which may be foolish knowing how crap the discharge procedure is in our NHS. But even the thought of going home to a warm bath, my own bed and my own food is enough to make me chirpy today! I've been taken off my IV too, hopefully the nurse will be able to take the PVC out of my forearm soon, it itches like crazy and is making my arm ache like mad now. 

Maybe I'm putting the carriage before the horse here with this good mood, something I try not to do because then when something goes wrong it's like a domino effect and I end up crashing into a pit of despair but I just can't help myself. I've been existing at a medium on my mood scale lately, I've felt like one more thing could easily tip me into crisis so I've been frantically dashing from one side to the other to keep it balanced and it's exhausting. It's nice to not have to put the effort in and just let it naturally happen. 
Crisis frightens me because if it were an upward scale of: 0 - nowhere near and 10 - danger to life, there doesn't seem to be a way to come back down the scale once I pass 0, I only go upwards and then I reach 10, I spend a few days in hospital for either overdose or severe self harm and I find myself back at 0, rinse and repeat. This is a process that can take weeks or months to travel up the scale, depending on life events and my mental health at the time.

When I'm feeling mentally well, like today, I get a bit nervous that I'm mentally blocking something important that I should be addressing, despite the fact I am in a good mood and everything is going well I have that nagging voice at the back of my mind (anxiety?) telling me I've missed something.
Well whatever this is, a natural reaction to today's events, start of a manic episode or if it's all pretend, I will roll with it and enjoy it best I can. With a mind that is constantly battered with negative thoughts and feelings I'm counting this as self care and taking the most out of it!

Until next time,
stay safe, stay amazing💕

Tuesday, 15 January 2019

A Silence That Kills.

I'm pleased to say my operation went well but I'm having a difficult time with the morphine. I'm not great with strong pain medications, I seem to have a low tolerance for most prescription drugs. I do have a high pain threshold and tolerance though so despite the nurse insisting I needn't be in pain I'm not having to use my switch much.
Between the vertigo, the nausea and the drowsiness I'm not too bad. I can't get out of bed by myself without collapsing, which I learnt the hard way trying to go to the bathroom this afternoon, so between sleeping and been force fed crappy hospital food and copious amounts of water (seriously I've never felt so thirsty and I have had some epic hangovers over the years!) I've been scouring the internet on information about men's mental health.
I figure even though I need to take it easy I can sit on my laptop/phone and be of some use to somebody and not fall behind on what is important to me.
I was considering posting about my experience so far in hospital but I've instead decided to do so when I get home(hopefully Thursday).


 Anyway, Men's Mental Health. Although I guess the majority of it is the same as women's it does have a different kind of stigma attached to it, "man up" being the most prominent I think. 
Here are some key facts about mental health in men to show just how serious this is:

  • 76% (just over 3 out of 4) suicides are by men and suicide is the biggest cause of death for men under 35
  • 12.5% of men in the UK are suffering from one of the most common mental health disorders
  • Men are nearly three times more likely than women to become alcohol dependent (8.7% of men are alcohol dependent compared to 3.3% of women)
  • Men are more likely to use (and die from) illegal drugs
  • Men are less likely to access psychological therapies than women. Only 36% of referrals to IAPT are men

Information available here


I've found trying to get men to open up to me about their experience is proving the biggest hurdle and I'm at a bit of a road block on how to get past this right now, but I will keep trying. I feel as though I have read every bit of research I can on it over the last 3 months, although this is helpful, I really want to hear it from people who suffer themselves. I'm attempting to network with organisations and people via social media and email but people are reluctant to help me, frankly it's infuriating!
I intend to use this information to help create a HELPFUL support group for men but I'm having such a difficult time with it I want to just throw my arms up, say I tried and move on to my next project. But no, I will keep pushing and find the resources and information I am after, somehow.🤔

I thought this would be easier but how wrong I was. It is extremely disheartening that even in this age of social media and celebrities backing mental health that men are still feeling so isolated and embarrassed by their mental health. Understandable as it is I want to physically grab each one and shake some sense into them! We can't help you if you don't ask or admit there is something bothering you!

Until next time,
stay safe, stay amazing💕

Friday, 11 January 2019

Not Ice Cubes and Elastic Bands Again!

On yet another sleepless night I find myself thinking over the week, places I have been, people I have seen, conversations we have had.
One conversation I keep coming back to is a debate I had with my Community Psychiatric Nurse (CPN) with regards to self harm. This is a conversation I find myself having more and more often with professionals since I became a part of Battle Scars. I'm unsure as to why exactly, I have several theories but they don't matter so much to me. I just hope I am educating these people every time we have these discussions, though the fact I have had this debate three or four times with the same person doesn't fill me with confidence.

He is what I call a 'text book professional'. a lot of his methods and advice sounds like they are straight out of a hard back psychology text book. After initially asking me why I self harmed he suggested I try elastic bands and ice cubes. He didn't ask if I had already tried those methods, so already I felt I was getting a telling off for it. Here we go again. I'm 28 and this is still a suggestion after 15 years?
Before I get going let me share with you the Battle Scars definition of self harm:

  • Self-harm inflicted on the body with immediate and longer term effect such as cutting, burning, scratching, pulling hair, hitting, inserting objects, overdosing, poisoning, eating disorders (or any food related self-harm, e.g. overeating, as well as restricting liquids), taking risks etc. but not including alcohol, drug abuse or smoking unless combined with self-harm as described above.We recognise that alcohol, drugs abuse and smoking can be considered self-harm but we lack the capacity and expertise to provide support with these. 
  • Psychological harm to the self (e.g. neglect, obsessive negative thinking, sabotaging relationships, maintaining a pattern of creating similar damaging relationships etc.)

It is also worth mentioning that self harm can be very much like a drug, it releases endorphins inside the brain which make you feel good.
Self harm is different for everyone, we do it in different ways and for different reasons. It is generally used to cope with strong negative emotions. It is rarely a cry for help or an attempt at suicide.
Personally I make a point of taking care of my injuries as best I can afterwards to reduce scars and prevent infection.
At Battle Scars we try to encourage self care and distraction whilst also trying to stamp out stigma and gain understanding and support. In no way do we promote self harm.

I have self harmed since about the age of 9, it was more subtle when back then. I would place myself in dangerous situations knowing they were dangerous in the hopes that something negative would happen. It was what I was used to anyway so better the kind I can control, right?
As a teenager of about 13 I did the usual drinking, smoking & drugs. Brilliant, I can hide from my problems! 
At 14 I progressed to cutting. My emotions were becoming so intense, I just didn't know how to manage them. I couldn't talk about them, my mother had clearly stated to me several times when I tried to ask her for help "people will make fun of you and bully you" if I did, I already had basically the whole year group bullying me just because I was 'weird' (I still don't know what was weird about me, I rarely spoke and we all wore the same uniform!)
At 15 my cutting had stayed about the same but my behaviour began to become more unpredictable. I had a teacher isolating me, whether it was because I was acting up, because I had offended her with my new 'dark' look or something else I'll never know. All I know for certain is she made me feel alone, bullied and so very angry. I expected the other kids to be mean at this point but I trusted adults to always be kind. So naturally I forced all those emotions back at her until I internalised it when I lost my target at 16 years old. 

My self harm became known to certain people and the stigma started. I was attention seeking. I was even more weird than before, I was isolated again so I became an expert at hiding it. My close circle of friends were aware of it but it never came up in conversation. Then the suicidal thoughts started and suddenly my self harm was a cry for help, was me trying to kill myself.
Non of this was true. It was my way of coping with my intense and forever building emotions. I was like a Pepsi with a Mentos inside, fizzing and shaking trying to throw the lid off. Every time I harmed myself some pressure was released. I was terrified of exploding and been left totally numb. Back then, I never cut myself deep enough to scar. 
I met my sons Dad just before my 17th birthday and after several awkward conversations I stopped self harming for 8 years.

I began again when we separated, it was an incredibly painful experience for everyone involved especially considering our son was 4 at the time and his family unit had been torn apart. I couldn't manage these awful feelings and they build up again and the self harm started again and it hasn't stopped since, we're 5 years later now.

I am incredibly different now from how I was as a teenager. I have more understanding of my emotions, of my trauma, of my self harm. I know for certain now that it is a way to release my emotions when nothing else works and despite it been harm to myself, it is still the safest way for me to do so sometimes. 
The stigma is still as crippling as ever and I am busting my arse to try change that by having those debates with moron professionals, with ignorant people.

I am incredibly lucky to have a circle of friends who, although they don't understand it, they support me through it. They are more than happy to be around me whilst I insist on wearing a t-shirt. With all my scars out for the world to see. They helped me get to this point when they said "Just wear a fucking t-shirt!" when I complained I was too warm for the 50th time during the summer.
I understand it is upsetting when you see my new scars or new injuries but i'm afraid this is something I can't let go of yet, all I can do is try to make the space between it longer. I'm really trying to find out as much as I can about it, understand it and hopefully one day stop doing it.

I'm not proud of my scars, but I will never be ashamed of them. Without them it could of been a lot different. I dread to think. All I can ask is people try to look past the injuries and see the person. Educate yourself on it, for the love of all that is do not go by the stigma. Ask us why we do it, listen to us. Help distract us when we feel like doing it, and please, don't punish us for doing it. We feel guilty enough about it without the extra guilt from letting you down as well.
If I have new injuries just check in with me, don't make a massive issue of it. It could be I was trying to come out of an anxiety attack, it could be something terrible has happened or maybe I had the urge to do so.
I fully believe self harm is an addiction for me now, I don't really want to stop doing it, I know I should though and I'm working on it.

Until next time,
stay safe, stay amazing 💕

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