community-based psychiatric adventures of the mentally normal

[Mitchy1nge]

am not sure if mavis is still in this one

Hmm - I came on here out of curiosity. Still not sure what's going on but I can see some familiar "faces" Keema MP and I think Enpo you posted on the Village thread. Fairly shite day here, flat and unmotivated - why am I not used to this by now........CPN due tomorrow so going to ask her to get psych to up my Sertraline from 150 to 200 - can't do any harm if it doesn't do any good.

Now - soft play - what's not to like.......kids running and screaming, hard chairs and tables, crap food and coffee, but it does keep the kids amused. Yeah I'd like one for depressed adults with big soft swingy hammocks with relaxation CDs playing in the background.

Hi Nana - yes, I posted on the Village thread but felt terribly inappropriate and out of place as I was a bit up at the time. This thread kind of evolved out of my struggles with escaping the tender attentions of the Home Treatment Team and now is full of lovely people "chatting shit" as Mitchy puts it, on a slightly psychiatric theme.

I don't know if it's possible or even desirable to get "used to" depression. I am sorry to hear you're having a shite day and feeling flat today

Soft play does, indeed, sound like one of the upper levels of hell. I'm old enough not to have been as a child, and have never had cause to go as an adult, so am lucky enough to have no experience.

Mmm, theraputic adult soft play - "You must be this depressed to enter" - could definitely work

Therapeutic

In the end the soft play wasn't too bad as it kept the kids occupied and since they've done nothing but fight on and off since they got home it was a nice break.

DS is really out of sorts. He has a cold, but his communication skills are lousy, so he doesn't tell us that he's in pain we have to guess. turns out he's had bad earache all weekend, so we've dosed him up on calpol and seeing if that works. DD is just a snivelly snot monster.

I think adult soft play could be a winner. Especially if they had a bar instead of a cafe.

also, less risk of wee in the ball pool.

Wee in the ball pool? Depends how cheap the beer is.

Poor thing, earache makes you feel rotten.

true, true.

Maybe adult soft play, without a ballpool.

the 'quiet room' in hospital was a bit like soft play for one

it was my favourite place to do handstands

did anyone find the 'what psychs aren't learning as opposed to the stuff they should learn' article I posted earlier in this thread interesting?

wondering if it deserves its own thread or not

I did find it interesting.

I'd quite like to be 'not otherwise specified'

I'd quite like to know how anyone can diagnose thought disorder when it's impossible to see someone's thoughts.

I share your… ¿is it ambivalence?

I've seen something like a quiet room on a ward.

Like the art or music room, it was always locked.

I'm sure I've seen that referenced in a film, too. The therapeutic-rooms-which-patients-are-not-allowed-to-use trope, I mean.

Like the supposed activity groups that run, which should you enquire about, you're never allowed to actually join. Some spurious reason is given.

I was allowed in most groups at least once but not often more than once

re-reading article, thought there was a reference to something about those who deny their diagnoses enjoying better outcomes than people like me who create an identity out of it

but can't find it

the quiet room wasn't therapeutic it was just a containment thing for the overly active patient

It doesn't ring a bell; perhaps it
Was from another similar article or you have a better memory than I do which is entirely possible

Ah perhaps it's a different kind of quiet room.

it had soft play type mats in it and nothing else but not big enough for tumbling so a bit rubbish

oh a padded cell

technically

I got some such bollocks from the Crisis team, well one pompous up his own arse dick head from the Crisis team about how my diagnosis had given me a label and had de-skilled me from being able to cope with my own problems and made me over-reliant on MH support teams.

I laughed my arse off at that. a) when I'm well I manage the people who manage people like him. and b) when I'm not well, the Crisis team has successfully failed to give me any support this year, bar one appt with their lovely psychiatrist. This is the self same crisis team that didn't take my referral, even after I'd been assessed under the MH act and sent to Crisis for home treatment, so I didn't have to go to hospital. I fucking well ended up in hospital the next day as they didn't bloody well give me the crisis support.

So Alec from my local crisis team can kiss my not insubstantial arse.

I'm a wee bit hyper at the moment and rather angry at a lot of stuff.

"De-skilled" Patronising wank badgering tosspot of a man.

We had a relaxation room. It had whale song and panpipes and a glittery ball. I couldn't take it seriously.