For years and years it felt like psychiatric bed cuts were trumpeted as a sign of how much more forward-thinking we were now, treating people in the community and helping them get back to their lives rather than warehousing them in hospitals. And they kept cutting and kept trumpeting, and kept cutting and kept trumpeting, and it got to a point where I knew how severely unwell you had to be to get a bed and thought, "This wouldn't be touted as a positive thing if it were cardiac beds". Then they cut some more, and the media started to notice provision was inadequate and wavered in their positivity towards cuts, then they cut some more, and news outlets started reporting on people being placed miles out of area and in private hospitals, then they cut some more and even doing that couldn't nearly meet need, then they cut some more, and here we are. Bed numbers were insufficient two decades ago and there are half as many now.
And this treatment/support in the community we're supposed to get is bloody poor. The day centres have gone, therapies are impossible to get whether group or individual (unless you're accepted by IAPT or whatever they're calling it now, but that's hardly appropriate for SMI), the moment you're out of crisis you're shunted out of the CMHT and back to the GP so don't get to check in with a CPN or care coordinator to keep you well or get meds reviews, and you're very lucky if you can get on the crisis team caseload if the need arises. Which, if they do take you on, amounts to a visit or two a day, encouraging you to take your meds; hardly a substitute for hospital treatment.
Instead, people with life-threatening, disabling, lifelong mental illness are encouraged to cobble together and organise their own care packages from scraps of support they can get from charities (sometimes with some government funding, but that doesn't make you feel any less like Oliver Twist with the begging bowl), GPs and other generic services, @and their "social support network" (read: the families and friends we don't want to worry, are fed up of burdening, or have poor relationships with because of our illnesses).