@fuck, I was surprised too. I ordered a laptop and a dongle and am reluing on a suicidal teenager in the next cell to help me.
Nothing to do except silly activities which remind me of the brownies, and which I will not do.
Most of the other patients are passed out in front of daytime tv. I think it is because of side-effects of drugs and I am terrified of that. If I refuse to take my drugs orally they will pin me down and inject. I am terrified.
Yes, in touch with Rethink, who, with the lawyers, are my only human contact. I don't want to do fucking activities, I want to prosecute the police for their brutality and publicise the cost of this fiasco to the local MP.
I have not (apart from one funeral) seen my mother for 5 years. Why does she get a hearing from them?
This might not sound as though it all hangs together but, given that my psychiatrist has authorised my access to the GP notes, it should all become clearer.
(NB: If your GP invites you to chat to a community nurse about your worries, do NOT say NO. I just thought that my GP was a lovely, caring man, until I found out that half a dozen members of the local mental health team were planning to seize me. And I GENUINELY do not understand why thet smashed the door. There were already two drs and a sw in the house with me.
Thanks, SoE. I really have to concentrate on staying busy and staying sane.
It is NHS. I am trying to find out how much this horror has cost.