Edge of insanity: for real

Being on the mental health register is detrimental to one's mental health.

Hi @Stout

Man, I have been reading through your posts, and two things shines out in that you will not be beaten and you have the mighty strong inner strength to have gone through what you have detailed. Would it help at all to journal what you have been through or would that be reawakening old wounds. Am just shaking my head thinking of what has happened...... Asgard

Your not wrong Asgard. There's plenty more stuff behind all this, not linked to the mental health space. Psychiatrists etal have a history of hunting me in the community. Psychiatrists have a history of injecting me. Psychiatrists have a history of flinging me in the ward. Psychiatrists have a history of treating the 'Label'. Psychiatrists have a history of repeatedly traumatizing me. My case appears in the daily newspapers. And is combined in the Royal Commission enquiries. Psychiatrists are building a history of restraint and seclusion for me. My future is bliqie. I have more than a decade to go!

Sure paints me as a universal bandit doesn't it. Don't forgive me for reading into their legal and medical confectionary though. And their future.

Im disappointed.

I get that I have been strong, but why not. I think that going to the department of complaints wont change the past. Being public about my woes wont change the future either I suppose. And it is my lived experience now, that Psychiatrists are making things in the community worse. I could go on about clinical analyses of how a large clientele pool is good for wages, or something. Or how the pseudoscience of psychiatry is only just beginning to understand humans. Or that at my age I need to be tought lessons on how live on the street at a coffee shop by etals, or that living with mental health occasionaly needs massive interjection and disruption by the state, to reset the order of the Universe. I get all that. I also get that the particular Psychiatrist aforementioned set me up for clinical disaster and an unraveled future.

Now I know, this sort of ramble can get me flung in the word again, and it would be interpreted as a community worry that I have a mind of my own and understand well now, the machinations of indentured Psychiatrists, etal.

Their workings were done to prove the medical efficacy of my 'diagnosis'; and to prove the inevitable decay of my mind. And the general moral decay and related matters in the community are in no way co-morbid with my empty existence.

I would welcome some chatty persons to join in this conversation, to prevent my strong explanations of things.

Last night I read a post from stan (think I got that right) here at SANE, and his mind description fits what I have been put through in the last six months.

Anyone want to join in?

I reserve the right to bear resentment. (oops: ward time).

Thanks for the support @OM108

There is not really a lot more I could add. At least not without being asked. But I wonder, is what has happened to me a common occurrence, or is it just me?

SO, i have all the usual's, loneliness, emptiness, things getting worse over time lie stigma and isolation. I consider myself a reasonable person, slowing with age, and loosing the will to do things. This I know is not normal. I should be enjoying the 'golden age'. I don't go out at night anymore, go to no events and wish I had suitable companionship. I try to take care of myself, am physically healthy, and should never in a million years been treated the way I have been. Its like "thats life, get stuffed" kind of thing. Well excuse me.

I find the mental health system deplorable. That is, all the hospital based stuff. Support workers and so-on are good and we need them. I wish I had all the words that family people use to describe their lives. I have little to none of that. Was I exploited as an easy mark? I don't think I should reply to public people here.

I would like however, to have some discussion about the above, unless there is some kind of worry about legality, the etals, or something.

What has happened to me over the years has been life defining, instead of getting back on my feet and doing well, the opposite has been caused. I am not happy about that.

Thanks @Ru-bee

I'm glad to know this is a safe place. Being targeted and hunted in the community is a mortifying and gruelling experience. Perhaps everyone on the mental health register has been pounced upon.

It's like the sector is for growth, not healthy.

I bet the Cheif Psychiatrist is proud of his MHTs.

At my age, the zest for life can wane anyway. Mine has been assaulted big time. What if my physicality holds out twenty years?

The SPOS would not listen to me, they have preconfigured my future for depots.

But I am trying to evade industry capture.

Good morning @Stout 🙂

I hope it's okay for me to chime in here

I'm really sorry you're going through this—it sounds incredibly tough and unfair.

It's good to know you're in a safe place to share your experiences.

How are you managing things day-to-day?

Are there any moments or activities that help you feel a bit more grounded or in control?

Hi @lavenderhaze

Thanks for asking. I was set for life in accommodation only recently, but was kicked out by the actions of ungodly heathens. They knew there was a looming housing crisis. I didn't stand a chance; and I was already in a state of trauma to begin with. But they didn't care. I am in a safe place temporarily, for now.

Day to day is about all it is. I do not know what the future will hold, except for the above. I go to my group office as often as I can, engage now with support workers (they werent available at the time), though I dont think they would have made a scripture of difference to my troubles (hint). But they are great. I am in a community with a large-ish population, but which offers little in the way of thigs to do, and is an ageing population (hint).

I have no control now over what comes next, I can only hope that things work out for the better when it comes to accommodation and so-on. The coffee shops have always been my harbor and anchor. So in that regard I am a very public figure. But that means nothing these days.

What took place overall should never happen in a supposed first-world country like Victoria. But for the Mental Health industry, I have found these days it is business as usual, So, as a person afflicted by minor mental health and PTSD reactions and triggers, I have learned that society demands that we all on the register must be of the utmost best behavior and on guard of ourselves every second of every day, or else.

I can only the loneliness, emptiness and isolation will recede -like it almost did a few years ago- and I can live long and prosper.

We all have our nasty afflictions, it seems.