by edgnbd » Fri Jul 27, 2012 8:58 am
A few years ago I found myself in the psychiatric system.
I came home one day and found two five pence pieces left in my high tech trainer and I couldn't turn my computer on. I think the message was double zero. The police came round and said there were alot of agencies looking for me by which they meant the mental health service. One of the psychiatrists said do you smell burning rubber and the other said do you think there could be a backlash. They kept calling me luvee. I said no to both questions, but asked what about the computer and five pences. I also told them that coincidentally I had left work because I couldn't turn my computer on. They said that I was making connections where there were none and that I had developed paranoid schizophrenia. That's when I knew that paranoid schizophrenia was a conspiracy invented to make money.
In the hospital the staff kept dropping things when ever I was around them and they kept putting pieces of paper on the floor when I wasn't looking, but I caught one of the nurses doing it one time. I was quite scared because I knew that smelling burning rubber wasn't a symptom of paranoid schizophrenia. He was trying to tell me something to do with burn-i-ng and rub-b-er. I made a connection to the five pence pieces.
The medication regime (that's what they call it and that's what it is) was tough. I was put on
o-l-anzapine. I observed that most of the patients were confined to bed for most of the day apart.
I had a few admissions like that but after a while developed a new strategy, which I can't remember, but it seemed to work. I started to favour tea over coffee. Even managed to sneak out to the local bar and get lashed a couple of times.
Still can't turn my other computer on though.
-- Fri Jul 27, 2012 8:59 am --
A few years ago I found myself in the psychiatric system.
I came home one day and found two five pence pieces left in my high tech trainer and I couldn't turn my computer on. I think the message was double zero. The police came round and said there were alot of agencies looking for me by which they meant the mental health service. One of the psychiatrists said do you smell burning rubber and the other said do you think there could be a backlash. They kept calling me luvee. I said no to both questions, but asked what about the computer and five pences. I also told them that coincidentally I had left work because I couldn't turn my computer on. They said that I was making connections where there were none and that I had developed paranoid schizophrenia. That's when I knew that paranoid schizophrenia was a conspiracy invented to make money.
In the hospital the staff kept dropping things when ever I was around them and they kept putting pieces of paper on the floor when I wasn't looking, but I caught one of the nurses doing it one time. I was quite scared because I knew that smelling burning rubber wasn't a symptom of paranoid schizophrenia. He was trying to tell me something to do with burn-i-ng and rub-b-er. I made a connection to the five pence pieces.
The medication regime (that's what they call it and that's what it is) was tough. I was put on
o-l-anzapine. I observed that most of the patients were confined to bed for most of the day apart.
I had a few admissions like that but after a while developed a new strategy, which I can't remember, but it seemed to work. I started to favour tea over coffee. Even managed to sneak out to the local bar and get lashed a couple of times.
Still can't turn my other computer on though.