Multiple Personalities Support Group
Dissociative identity disorder is a diagnosis described as the existence in an individual of two or more distinct identities or personalities, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. At least two of these personalities are considered to routinely take control of the individual's behavior, and there is also some associated memory loss,...
I tried to find out why the really nice treatment centers are for people who are rich. Doesn't any body care about us middle class? Last place I was in they treated me like a criminal. Why do the menally ill get the most horrible conditions. Don't we matter? Some of us have other personalities because our society abused us as children. I feel like we are still being abused. I've been in many treatment places and Psych words in hospitals and I find the women less compassionate then the men. What's wrong with our society? I suffer with PTSD DID and SRA SH and my soul is dying Nobody cares any more. where can I go to be safe and taken care of by compassionate people. Did you know that in every healing story of the Bible it always says "Jesus was filled with compassion and he healed the sick!" We need Jesus He's the only one who will not judge us or see if we have enough money to recieve healing. He simply was filled with compassion and freely touched the broken and healed them all! Why can't mental hospitals be like that? compassion can change everything! Only when I had money did I get the best treatment. That makes me sick! I hate our Country It is so "F'ed" up!
I'm gonna add my 2 cents worth anyway, and try to keep it under 200 words, lol.
I agree that our medical system is so strictly regulated and under pressure from insurers, legal threat, and budget restrictions that compassion seems have become a luxury, rather than a goal. (Please know that I recognize that there are medical professionals here on this forum who actually are very compassionate -- I wish the rest of the profession were like you guys!)
Much of my PTSD was caused by cruel or ignorant doctors and nurses. I'm not even talking about psych wards, just regular doctors. After suffering flashbacks for twenty years from a doctor's abuse, I confided in a nurse I thought was caring. We discussed a test I wanted to have, and I told her what I would allow and what I wouldn't, and explained why. When I got to the hospital for the test, I found she'd signed me up for exactly what I told her I wouldn't allow.
Yep, as Roj says so succinctly, people ARE dicks.
Thank goodness there are nice folks here on DS. I care, Jess, and so does everyone else here. Sounds like you're having a hard time right now. If you want to talk about it with folks who understand, we're listening. We can't change the past, but we can share the pain, and make it easier by knowing you're not alone.
Safe hugs,
Wistala
1) Mass transit officer comes up behind "S" who is not aware of him. It takes about a half block for the officer to reach "S" once I noticed he was coming our way. It was obvious that he was puposefully aimed at "S". He stopped just outside of "S" ' peripheral vision and flatly spoke to him with complete unfriendliness in his voice. Which sounded to me, very provokative. As he stood in "S" ' right rear view (which triggers instinctive "flight or fight" response, because that's where you first see someone coming after you) speaking to him, "S" did not respond. That is because "S" is hard of hearing in his right ear. But, the officer did not know that aparently, and then got down right derogative because "S" did not respond to what he said. Things went downhill from there. I wish to hell I had remembered about "S" ' hearing loss at that moment, and I would have given it to him between the eyes. And Perhaps gone to jail myself!!
2) This occured in the ICU when "S" was in the hospital recently. I had been there three days, so I saw several nurses. Being one myself, I knew when they had made errors nurses should know not to make. But, knowing that I also made mistakes, I did not say anything until I saw this happen: In comes Josh. Right off, I raised my eyebrow. Josh is a poster child for geekdom. He is skinny, visibly very nervous, and even has thick framed dark glasses. I forgot to check and see if he had white socks and black lofers on. That is because I was watching him put gloves on (bravo!) and do a blood glucose check almost immediately after "S" had eaten a full mea. ~ asking "S" when he ate last might have been a good idea.
Oh, but this gets better ~ Josh does not take his gloves off. But turns around and picks up a paper towel that gotten dropped on the floor. (I'll give him credit; he is not the one who dropped it)
OK, good reason to leave the gloves on. But, he still does not remove his gloves. Instead, Josh goes to the computer and types on the keyboard. Hmmm, this is amusing. Oh, but this gets even better ~~ Josh must have been looking on the computer for when the next meds need to be given to "S". Because then Josh gets his meds, goes to the bedside with the bottle (a no-no) puts the pills in his hand, and starts to give the pills to "S" from his hand. (two more big no-no's) STILL WITH THE GLOVES ON!!!!! (a great, big, huge NO-NO)
That is when I couldn't take it anymore, and said, "Normally I wouldn't say anything, but do you realize that you just got "S" ' blood level, walked over to the garbage can and threw something away, and now you're handing him his meds and you still haven't taken off your gloves?" He said oh. And turned around, took his gloves off and threw them away and got "S" the pill bottle back out. I told him he's not supposed to handle the pills. That's what the pill cups are for. He made some other rationalization, ending with, "no, I didn't notice." I said, "That's the problem. You've got to notice those things." This happened in the ICU!!!!
Now, THAT'S denial!!!!
3) This one happened just yesterday: I had spent the day with "S", this time in the psych ward for very severe depression. Just as I was about to leave, "S" drops a bomb and asks me if he had mentioned that the dr. had told him that a normal white blood cell count shoud be between 4,000 and 12,000, and his was 400. My jaw dropped open, and just about then a nurse came in to give him some of his meds. I asked her if he had gotten his antibiotic that day, as I had not seen anyone give it to him, and he had mentioned it to me a couple of times. The nurse told me he had been taken off his antibiotic. After she left the room, I asked "S" if he knew why they took him off and he shook his head "no". I told him the only reason I could think of, was because his WBC was so low and the antibiotics might be hindering the production of them. Then the nurse came back in the room. And I asked her if she knew why he was taken off the antibiotics. She said no. I asked her if she had looked at the ulcer on his foot yet (she'd been on shift about 5 hours). She didn't say anything, but looked at his foot. (makes me wonder if she even knew he had the ulcer to begin with) So, "S" and I took the slipper sock off, and there was the angry red ulcer, even bigger than I had seen it before. IT DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A DRESSING ON IT!!!!! I asked if anyone was putting antibiotic on the wound, and she shook her head (perhaps in disbelief; hopefully, she aparently didn't know any of this) Just when she got out the door she said in a butt-hurt sort of way, "I'm sorry you think I am not a good nurse". I told her I did not say that. And she was gone. Before I left, I spoke with the charge nurse who assured me that she is a good nurse, blah, blah, blah.....I hope she spoke with the nurse about how good a job she was doing!!!