It's not just the services but also the gp you first go to.
You take that huge step to seek help. You are either believed or you aren't. Believed on you go to a waiting list for further intervention and a prescription for meds. Waiting list time varies. You look at the side effects and think fuck this could make
Me worse. So not only will I be worse, but there's no help. Well aside from a number
For crisis team and the samaritans.
So your on the waiting list with your "happy pills" that make your suicidal thoughts worse. That the side effects ensure you can barely function basic life things never mind work.
So you go on sick leave. You either have the understanding boss or the arsehole. But either way you feel like a failure.
You finally talk to someone and find out it's not what you think. The help is just an assessment. You fill in a form and then talk it through with someone. Usuallly over the phone. So your back to that gamble but a bit happier beucase the pills are starting
To kick in. So you feel like a fraud. You are back on the waiting list for therapy. But still unable to function fully.
This can be a straight access to services or the same as above but in person. You question yourself further and try and push yourself but you make yourself more unwell.
You read people saying don't be daft
Your just a bit sad. How can you not work? Just what someone who feels like a failure already wants to hear.
So your help is still the pills. They not really working so the dose is increased and fuck me the side effects start again. Your still waiting to talk to someone aside from crisis team whose hands are tied and samaritans. Oh and of course the gp who keeps doling out pills and fit notes.
Then you get the arsehole of a gp who asks how's it going. Ask you if there's any triggers so you open up a bit. You say actually yes and talk about the feelings. The gp changes from nice to arsehole and your
Told you are a danger to yourself and others beucase you are fighting urges to self harm. And a referral fired to ss.
So now you have the "happy pills" that make you feel like shit. A gamble of which gp you will get because you no longer have a named one. A wait to see someone for another assessment. Still unable to work. Holding things together just about to ensure the needs of your child are taken care of, and ss sniffing around. Way to make someone feel like a bigger failure and of course the dark thoughts creep in. And you start to look at ways to harm that won't be seen even accidentally or if you need a medical examination or how to get a quick end. But even if it's just a thought you are scared to talk to the health people in case they refer to ss.
You don't want to talk to your family/friends because you don't want to burden them. After all you have this thought that you are already burden. Things that make sense to you seem illogical to others.
So you go online to talk anonymously. Like the gp this goes one of two ways. Either support or not. Support because others relate either through personal experience,
That of loved ones or even just empathy. Or no support and often made to feel worse when you just want to reach out.
It's that initial reaching that is hard. Saying to someone seek help elsewhere is crazy because that person doesn't think they will be believed. This is further endorsed by the ones that think it's all just attention. Through the fog you believe them. Which adds to the feelings of being a failure. Sometimes the thoughts pass because you know how to deal wit them and just need to talk to someone in a safe place whilst they pass.
And yes services have gotten worse. Last time I self harmed several years ago there wasn't an endless need to assess before treatment. It just seems like this process is to deter people to stop trying to access help and as a stalling tactic.
My expectations are just to be believed and not judged. To not have to go through a multitude of hoops to access help.
Sorry about the essay, it was very cathartic though.