There is a national shortage of beds and, in my experience, a tendency to put more responsibility on the patient than they can fulfill. My Mum was very, very ill. I took her to a psych appointment and I was told that 'she needed to go out more' and 'you can take a horse to water but you can't make it drink.' The next day, she was so ill that my Father couldn't even get her dressed and was in complete despair. I was an ITU nurse, so, frustrated with DF, I said I'd come and dress her and to pull himself together. I got there and it took me 45 minutes to get her underwear on. She was so agitated.
I phoned the psych unit and was asked to bring her in at 4.30pm. When I did, they said she might need to be admitted, but it was very late in the day now, so would she be safe at home in the meantime. I pointed out that they'd made a 4.30pm appointment, and unless they were going to give us some sedatives, no, she wouldn't be safe at home at all!!
I obviously said the right things, because as I was driving her home, I got a call to say they'd be visiting that evening. We had to wait 2 hours while they found her a bed, and the only way they could find one was to recommission a room that was decommissioned for bathroom repairs. It was the only bed within 2 hours.
She was on a 5(2), then 2, then 3. After 3 months they let her out because she would only eat if we went there to feed her. She was convinced it was a hotel and that she needed to pay for food.
That was back in 2017. She's been home 3 years but it's still very dependent on us for everything.