So here are all the things i triec to do and how they panned out...
september, i got the police at my door, and she put an avo on me and moved out of the house herself with the kids, i had no idea where they were.. complete rubbish, ive never touched anyone in my life, im 42 not as much as a compliant against me... her story didnt even make sence, it wasnt even believable... so with shorts and a shirt and no other belonging cause i could ne suicidal.. i go up there for two, three hours, and then got to walk home about 3 kms barefeet...
family and friends in a panic, spending half my days telling em i didnt even think qbout touching her and blah blah... i think most people just believed her, nobody even had the sence to ask, where or show me etc, they just went yep, He has completely flipped after 42 yrs, so i never Touched threatened or put her even down. I hd no idea where she was with my kids and a week later she flew to germany, with my concent, or you could say i was looking forward to a break from her more than anything i had ever looked forward to... She even arranged a supervised meeting with the kids, that i said no to...
so during this week i arranged help for her in germany, with freinds and family for support, to see if it could get sorted when i ws out of the picture, i even had german translator at my house to talk to the parents... and Then as she is in the air heading to germany, i finally have time or during that week to reflect and read about these personality disorders, i had never even heard of em before,,, it took about 5 seconds of reading the definition of morbid and since then for me its been so cut and dry, i have never waivered from 100% certainity that she as this, so i call off all the help, as thats going to be no help, and change it to phych help, which never got off the ground, the parents wouldnt even take calls and her family were happy to see the grand kids, and while they begging me to stay with her, changed there tune and refused to help t all , after about 3 weeks and the excitement died down, i had o pretend i wanted her back home as i could tell in her tone and speech she was going down hill
about a week after she is back im about to go to work and the police are back again, this lady cop, is telling me not to get in the car and they get a ambulance to come to my house and i get taken away to accute care in the emergency section... i have a interview with a phych nurse nd i tell him im fine, 100% and its not me who needs any help and i try to express the morbid story about my partner, and again im out the door of the hospital, nothing on me just 12 dollars in my back pocket and start the 6 km walk back home, for christ sake, at least if there worried about me really, drive me back home or something... so im walking home and stop for two beers with my 12 dollars, i remember the tears rollin down my face just thinking about leavin and leavin the kids with her.. I call her as its about kindy pick up to pick me up to... so im waiting out the front of the pub, and she turns up with the cops again, different ones... She is running down the foot path while im leaning against the telegraph pole screaming something to the police, to take me back to phych hospital,, i told em i just came from there and there nothin wrong with me, she looks crazy as a cut snake nd the coos didnt know what to think, i said lets all go down there as i wanted them to see my partner anyway and in this state, surely they could see something would be up... so the police rang the hospital and they said they domt want me, i am fine and i tried to go there with nelly, she caught to this quick and refused, so on the way back to the car she started abusing me and i just turned around and refused the lift with her, I walked back to where the police were and the lady cop tells me ive had to much and not allowed into the pub,,,,i was completely calm and sober and i wasnt going back into the pub anyway, but i walked home just thinking how bloody unbelievable that day was... so a week later i go back for an interview with a phychartists, again im trying to work out this disorder and asking him a load of questions and telling him about her behavior..At the end he prescribed some low dose psych drugs and i ask why, like you joking mate... and he tells me it will help me cope better.. im like feeling a million percent mentally and i got some home who is a complete basket case and he prescibing psych pills to me.... so i knew i wouldnt be taking them and just laughed it off again, then the psych team are ringing me everyday to see if im alright... asking the same big 5 question, any thought of self harm, are you sleeping , are you working etc etc, Then the next psych appointment i just keep my mouth shut about nelly, For me putting medication to affect my thought process is scary, and i didnt know anything about these drugs and i knew i felt great, so the 2nd guy was a bit rushed that day, but he rattles of the same questions there been asking every day, and asked if i taking the drugs, i said no mate... he said i got to take em, and then said , just take em, i asked what do you think is wrong, and he says, your in a drug induced phycossis and these will bring you out quicker,,, i just laughed it off but i was thinking, this guy just dont give a sh it, , It was like the dumbest thing i eever heard... anywaythe community psych keeps cqlling every couple of days to ask there five question... which always the same answer, Yes sleepin good, not thought of self harm etc etc after anout a month the calls slowed down and stopped,, i never even got an all clear, you are right, or best ok luck, just un recorded disapperence of the help i didnt need...
to be continued
