Oh my god! My mum has just been admitted to the psychiatric ward at our local hospital. Slight history - mum been suffering from depression since October 2003 (not first occurrence, first was when I was 10 years old, second when my first child was born (lasted 18 months) and a few times since then - more often since my dad died suddenly at 56 years old in February 2002).
My mum has suffered nervous breakdowns before, but this time she started suffering from a phsyical disorder (neuropathy caused through bad diet). When she is well, she is VERY well but when she is "poorly" as I call it, the healthy eating goes out of the window. She is only a "small build" - do not look at me and think my mum is my build! She has not driven since she first became poorly, but still managed to walk (not even "managed", just walked). On 1 Dec. my aunt (my mum's sister who has visited her on a Tuesday night for the last 40 years - my aunt has never married, lives with my nan) rang me and said she was concerned about my mum as she was having difficulty swallowing and walking. Took her to the doctors, they admitted her to the A&E at our local hospital and they kept her in. Stayed there until 31 December when we found out she had private healthcare and got her moved to a private hospital. (While in NHS hospital, fell over and broke her toe!). A few weeks ago the private hospital decided she didn't need "hospitaliation" but "convalesence" and got her moved to a convalescent home (for the over 60s but they took her as she will be 60 in April). The staff there (not medically trained) were very unsympathetic towards the depression and, for example, one worker liked to go into my mum's own bedroom, sit in the chair and say "oh, this is comfortable - might have a little nap". In his defence, he was only having a "laugh" with her, but because of the depression she couldn't see the joke. Got a phone call, and because she can't go home (lives in a 5 bedroom house on her own), the only option now is the psychiatric ward at Sutton Hospital. For me, this is my "hell on earth", such bad memories for me - first visiting her at 10 years of age.
How can I overcome my own grief at her being there (went voluntarily, not sectioned) to help her through this?