Hi, this is my first post here. I will start my problem from the middle of the story.
I have been many, many years free of the system.. long enough that my rage exhausted itself or rather, the task and fight of antipsychiatry defeated me.. and I let myself be free of my obsession with understanding the system, the alternatives and everything related, to the nth degree.. long enough that it was ok to let it go for a day, a month, and before I knew it, years have gone by... the trauma from forced treatment had diminished greatly, though still affected my worldview and trust of people and vigilance of myself...
Anyway, lately I had been looking for work and noticed employment opportunities for 'peer workers' in the community and in the wards. Hell, I thought, maybe I can encourage even just one person.. let them know true recovery, not just medicated recovery, is possible, help them get through the ordeal at the very least? I got a job interview to work in an acute ward and suddenly I inhabited the full meaning of that word "triggered"... have been a mess of intrusive bad memories, inconsolable fury.. And thinking how naive I was that 'the system' would allow one inch of empowerment, really. So, I know now I am not fit to work in the wards.. how could I *again* watch the psych semi-torture tactics of convincing people they are ill for a lifetime, the forced ECT and so forth and live with myself to be part of that in any way, even if my intention was noble.
My 'triggered' state is quite intense.. what can I do to overcome this? It's been going on for nearly 2 weeks now, to the point I am avoiding friends out of anger and a sense of isolation that is over a decade old in fact! Not related to the now at all. I think in big part what exacerbated it was discussing it (the job role and my still unmoved stance on the dangers of psychiatry) with friends and being faced all over again with how deeply the majority of people are awash in the "mental illness awareness and anti-stigma campaigns" that it makes receiving true understanding near impossible..I feel alone.. like I did back then. I know it won't last. But wanted to let it out..somewhere..