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#psych ward patient
thefunkyspoon · 2 months
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Self-harm is not fun.
Stop romantizing self harm. It's not some edgy aesthetic.
Having your family immediately suspect you when any of the knives or scissors go missing is not fun.
Your family checking your body and arms is not fun.
People asking about your scars is not fun.
Making up lies to keep yourself from pity is not fun.
Self-harm. Is. Not. Fun.
Your family going "what the fuck?" When just seeing your healed scars is not fun.
Having a limp from your cuts is not fun.
People not being convinced your healing/okay bc of your old scars is not fun.
These marks will never go away. Anyone who decides to love me is gonna have to be pretty fucking progressive.
Self-harm is not fun.
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serialunaliver · 3 months
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literally identical to the 'outside area' we went to in the first psych ward I was at. I legit just sat on the pavement not knowing what to do
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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the feminine urge to become an author so that when i die they’ll turn me into a sexy anime character
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soullessjack · 5 months
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I am sooo sad that they stopped doing clever disguises for cases in later spn. Every day they’re regular civilians or feds. I need the priests and yoga instructors and psych ward patients again!!!!!!! I need them to be in situations!!!!! All of their cases are soooo boring and lame and contained where was the IMMERSION!! Where is the leadup to the monster and the twist and the detail and the creative insanity of it??? where is the PRESENCE!!!! Where are the stakes!!!!! Where are the left field episodes that intentionally feel out of place with the narrative and then directly tie into it later and leave the juiciest implications to be picked apart!!!!!! ? Where is the clashing of the normal world in such a funny way that they can bluntly tell the truth of their lives to be admitted to a ward. Where is the communicating something you don’t entirely remember through a silly game. Where are the lasting effects of what they go through!!! Where is the CINEMA.! If there is one thing I could ask for from the prequel it is this. . I need those beasts to be in actual situations again.
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i’m so tired of the “psych ward patient” stereotypes. i’m so tired of the bloody costumes, the straightjackets, the unkempt hair that’s supposed to signify they’re “crazy”. i was in a (pediatric) psych ward. we were all just children. hurt and traumatized children. yes, sometimes we were unkempt and neglected ourselves. yes, sometimes we were violent towards ourselves or others. we were children. i’m so fucking over demonizing mentally ill people. i don’t care what your justification is, this shit hurts kids like me and the others in the hospital with me
-ash
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diegothecrazyfemboy · 2 months
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I need it urgently.....
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polarisjisung · 1 month
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uhh one of the patients at hospital chomped on a chunk of my arm today safe to say I'm in immense pain so the cherry flavoured updates are on mad pause until the end of the week 😓
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the-ace-with-spades · 15 days
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There is one thing I will miss about nursing and that's cute accessories — aesthetic cheat badge cards, colourful torch lights, brain-shaped badge reels, rainbow lanyards, mini whiteboard markers, pronoun pins, handover notebooks with beagles and cats, crocs with medical jibbitz... Maybe I'll post my little collection before I give it away when I leave work...
It probably tells a lot that this is the only thing I'll miss
(And maybe the times when you give some extra time and attention to a patient during personal care and they tell you they already feel more like themselves a bit and get that new spark in their behaviour or trying to talk more when their family comes to visit... despite how unprioritized personal care is on neuro icu, or any critical care in general, I always found it to be very soothing and rewarding)
EMT/paramedic uniforms are nicer than scrubs (and more gender euphoric for me) though and I'd be glad to leave for a slightly less toxic field with slightly better pay and career options
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trans-axolotl2 · 1 year
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In my last residential treatment stay, I did have one psychiatrist who I trusted and had a positive relationship with. Her name was Dr. R, and when I came in on the first day of treatment and told her that I would not take any psych meds and that I had a lot of past psych trauma, she validated me and told me that she would not bring up meds unless I did. Throughout my stay there, she was empathetic, listened to my concerns, helped advocate for me, and generally made me feel heard. At the same time, when management took away our doors-she did nothing. When I needed to get a feeding tube--she lied to me about how long it would be in, and what I needed to do to get it out. She enforced policies about restricting outside breaks, restrictions on items, and contributed to treatment plans that my friends felt were unfair and damaging.
She was a good person and I liked her, but she was choosing to work within a system where she could not control the dozens of things happening there that harmed us every single day. This is what I mean when I say there is no such thing as a good psychiatrist in inpatient units--she was a progressive, validating, nice person --but her very job description made it impossible for a “good provider” to exist. To be a provider who wasn’t a part of the harm that was occurring on that unit, she would have had to quit, because the very requirements of her job required committing ethical violations, restricting peoples autonomy, and perpetrating iatrogenic harm. If she had stopped enforcing harmful policies and challenged her coworkers publically, she probably would have gotten fired. And that really is the problem--causing iatrogenic harm has essentially become a job requirement on inpatient units, and being a “good provider” by the metrics of the system require you to participate in that harm. 
I think Dr. R did a better job than most inpatient psychs in mitigating the harms she participated in, and finding ways to resist shitty systems when possible. I was glad she was there and I think she made my treatment better, but the two of us had a lot of conversations together where she acknowledged the fucked up things happening in the treatment center, acknowledged her role in them, and also stated that she did not have any power to change them. She could not fix the system by working within the system. 
I get a lot of questions by people who are interested in careers in the mental health system, and asking me on whether I think it’s okay for them to work there. My first response is usually if you’re asking because you’re feeling guilty after seeing what psych survivors say, I’m not someone who’s going to give you permission to ignore that guilt. The second thing I usually say is this: you need to go into this job aware with the fact that you will cause people harm, you will get into ethical dilemmas, and there will be times where you will either have to betray your personal values or quit. There isn’t one right answer on how to engage with mental healthcare as a provider, with the reality that until we build up alternative systems of care, the current structures still exist and have people who need support inside of them.  If that’s something that you think you can navigate in a way that lets you create the least harm possible, then that’s something you need to decide for yourself, and to think really deeply about if the reality of the psych system matches up with your goals.
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nandawrites · 28 days
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People say House is the medical malpractice show but damn the doctors in E.R go toe to toe with them.
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faithinlouisfuture · 8 months
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this post and the tags ?!?? what the fuck are these people smoking?!?! someone please tell me!!!
Louis has on MULTIPLE occasions wished fans happy birthday on and off stage, taken shots with them for their birthday, taken selfies with them specifically because it was their birthday, acknowledged their signs if they say something about it being their birthday, interacted with their 28th bday signs by showing his 28 tattoo as an acknowledgment and yet these freaks are holding on for dear life to some 💀🔪👹 version of Louis that only exists in their delusional minds and their vile perverse fan fictions just so that they build up that clown for being the opposite?!? just fucking say you hate Louis and move on?!?! what’s with the pseudo admiration and love?
cannot stress enough how infinitely sad it is that people that claim to be fans of Louis hate him so much
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suburbanlegnd · 11 days
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slu-tea-ftm · 8 months
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My coworker: Ugh, I wanna go home.
Me: I want to aggressively bite someone...
My coworker:
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Combine The Fifth Element with Raya and the Last Dragon.
(I am working through the backlog at the moment, so for anyone curious: REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED. But these are my requests from years ago, that I am finally answering now that life is marginally less bad.)
Person A is entrusted with a key passed down through generations that will supposedly give the world’s savior an entrance into the world, but Person A is starting to doubt the legend. But then Person A gets a mysterious suitcase given to them while taking the bus home from their job, and when they bring it home, their key starts to react to the proximity of the suitcase. When Person A opens the suitcase with the key, it opens as up and appears to be a hatch looking into a small studio apartment that seems to be floating in the middle of space. Person B is the being living inside the pod apartment, and is excited to meet Person A and have an opportunity to leave their floating space apartment, but neither knows how they’re supposed to set the prophecy into motion and save the world.
Person A is entrusted with a key passed down through generations that will supposedly give the world’s savior an entrance into the world, but since the prophecy is fairly obscure, Person A doesn’t think to hide the key. But one day, their new roommate vanishes and Person A notices the key is missing from where they keep it too. But before they can go track down their roommate, a stranger, Person B, shows up with a suitcase/chest/box/etc., asking Person A if they have the key since the time has come to use it. So the two have to go on a journey to get the key back, and protect the container from people who may try to steal it.
Person A is a descendant of a god, entrusted with the object that was passed down through generations to save the world from peril when it arises. But when the signs of the apocalypse start to show up, they find the object has been left broken in it’s container. Now Person A has to seek out the current relative of theirs who is blessed with the closest connection to their god, to find a way to fix the object. Person B is a kid/teen in foster care who isn’t aware of anything to do with the legacy they are part of, but who has an imaginary friend, who starts urging them to run away to find someone - Person A. Because the world needs them both.
Person A is a descendant of a god, who was prophesized to find the necessary hero who will sacrifice themself to save the world from the apocalypse which will happen in their lifetime. But Person A is always told not to overthink it, that destiny will bring the person they need to find into their life. Now Person A is happily married to Person B, with children on the way, and gets the sign that the apocalypse is coming…and Person B will be the hero who has to sacrifice themself to save the world. Person A decides to, instead of telling Person B, hide the signs from them and find a place to hide and weather the chaos of the end of the world to protect Person B.
Person A is a descendant of a god-like alien race, living on Earth and knowing their purpose, as all their reincarnations before them did. But in the modern era, they’re just seen as being crazy and paranoid, and end up locked in a psych ward, where they meet Person B, who they immediately recognize as the one meant to end the world, harboring a great deal of uncontrollable and destructive power inside them - the power that builds up and releases every few thousand years. But Person B doesn’t know why Person A seems to hate them, since they have no knowledge of what’s inside them. All Person A’s reincarnations had to kill the carriers of the power, like Person B is now, but since the hospital staff won’t let them get close to Person B after a few botched attempts, they try to befriend Person B to get close to them. Person B is all too happy to clear their name with Person A, who they don’t remember upsetting but assume they must’ve, and accept their request of friendship. But the more time the two spend together, Person A notices the amount of destructive power inside Person B beginning to decrease and starts to question if there was another method, a more peaceful way, that their past selves could’ve handled their task aside from killing an innocent carrier.
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diegothecrazyfemboy · 19 days
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She will be me, waiting to be calmed and drugged.
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there-will-be-a-way · 8 months
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Bye bye hospital bed, hello eight pillows
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