Well it's been a bit of a mixed bag today!
I've only had about 3 hours sleep since I last posted so please excuse any mistakes.
The day started with DP still being horrible to me, saying I was nagging him all the time- this was before I even spoke to him. I'm also apparently trying to control everything because I offered to drive to the appointment.
He then arranged to go and see his dad - a 45 minute drive away, which worried me but I couldn't stop him (plus I thought talking to his dad would help) - he said he'd meet me at the hospital 10 minutes before the appointment, even though he didn't know where the mental health unit was, and would not budge on this.
After 80 minutes I got a call from his worried dad asking if he'd set off when he said - I confirmed he had, so spent a other 20 minutes panicking until I got a call from DP saying he was now with his dad, and asking me to text him the postcode and directions to the mental health unit - which I did.
An hour later I got another call from his worried dad - DP had just got up and left without saying goodbye! They did have a good chat though, his dad says DP was very confused and kept repeating himself, but he wasn't as bad as he was 10 years ago - which is a bit of a relief.
At 3.30 I still hadn't heard from DP, so set off for the hospital. He called me just after saying he was going to be late, he'd be as quick as he could and to meet him at the hospital.
At 4.30 still no word (so that's 2.5 hours for what was supposed to be a 45 minute journey) , called him and his phone was going straight to voicemail. I spoke to the nurse who was meant to be seeing him who advised I call the police.
I called his dad first to see if he had heard from him - he hadn't and also thought I should call the police.
Sod's law - whilst I was giving details to the police he called. He had just arrived at the walk in centre ( I'd told him several times the appointment wasn't there as he kept asking). I told the nurse who said it wasn't too late to see him, called the police back and cancelled the missing person report, and called his parents to reassure him. I then legged it to the walk in centre on the opposite side of the hospital grounds, to find him at the reception desk filling in a form to be seen there, although I'd just told him again he was in the wrong place.
He couldn't say why it took him so long, the nurse asked him which way he went and he said the long winding way - so I suspect he probably took a few wrong turns.
I think the appointment itself actually went well. DP was trying and failing to convince the two nurses he was just a bit stressed. They saw us separately too, and reassured me they could tell he's much more ill than he is making out. I told them some of the things he's been doing and saying.
He's being referred to a doctor tomorrow - which he's agreed to. I've asked the crisis team to let me know when his appointment is as well as just telling him, which they think is a good idea after today's fun.
He's also agreed I can attend the appointment with him, which is good!
I think he's relieved he's getting help, even if he won't admit it to me or to himself.
I was slightly worried I'd lose him again on the way back home, but he made it and was nice to me!
I then had to go to work, but have since heard from his mum - his dad has spoken to him and also thinks he sounds better than he did earlier.
Tomorrow is a new day so will take it as it comes!