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Exhausted

I’ve mentioned before that my placement is a bit of a trek. I wake up at 6am and get home around 7pm or later depending on the trains. I had problems with tiredness in my previous job, where I would find myself struggling to stay awake in the afternoon and had significant trouble with attention and focus. I have experienced this in lectures too, even lectures I’ve loved! I now know that it is due to my AIH.

The British Liver Trust lists these symptoms of AIH (among others)

-fatigue
-lack of energy
-tendency to tire easily
-inability to finish a full days work
-the need to have more sleep

I also found a rather poignant blog post from an AIH sufferer:

the fatigue associated with disease is killing me slowly. None of my family seem to understand. They all think i am depressed or have the blues… and i am utterly and completely exhausted no matter how much sleep i get.

It can be difficult with “hidden” symptoms like this. Many people don’t fully understand and will tell you to “man up”. What is worse is you tell yourself the same thing, pushing yourself harder and writing off the tiredness as not trying hard enough or making excuses. Of course the result of that is you get even more tiredness, push yourself harder, and so on in a vicious awake until you just crash or get ill.

I was asleep by about 10pm last night and for the first time in weeks I slept almost the whole night through without waking (I usually wake up to three times per night needing the loo!). Despite having probably the best night sleep in weeks, I have really been struggling today. Whilst observing an assessment this morning I caught my eyes closing a few times. I was having to fight so hard to stay awake and was completely unable to focus. Whilst listening to a verbal memory test I realised at the point the assistant psychologist said to the subject “now please tell me that story again in the same words I used” that I had no idea what the story had been about!

The fatigue is impacting my ability to focus at work, I suspect it may be impacting my memory, and is generally making things a big effort right now.

Does anyone have any tips or suggestions on fighting tiredness?

Through Different Eyes

Sometimes I wish people could see the world through my eyes. Where others see difficult person, I see someone in pain. Where others see violence I see misdirected anger and frustration. Where others get angry or upset by people’s actions, I look past the surface to understand the real person and reasons behind those actions. If only we spent more time trying to understand each other rather than directing our own pain and aggression at each other, we would be a far nicer species. It saddens me so much to think the wasted life, and the time and energy we spend as a species trying to murder each other.

It would be easier if we didn’t feel the need to hide our sadness, like it’s something to be ashamed of. We all hide so much, so many secrets, so much pain. Big pains and little pains; everyone has pain inside, you just have to give them permission to let it out and they will tell you. 

Although regardless of that, the guy who shot up a primary school used up his last “understanding” card and deserved to be removed from humanity. But maybe, just maybe, if someone had opened their eyes and ears to this person, this whole tragedy could have been avoided.

Welcome to Mental Playhouse!

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Hi everyone. New blog, ahoy! It's an idea that has been bubbling around for a while now. And so we created Mental Playhouse. From our About page:

Mental Playhouse is a collaborative blog. It’s a hub for people to come and discuss topics both serious and light related to mental health. Our aims: Informative, entertaining, welcoming. Here for discussing, chatting, piss-taking.

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A new collaborative blog is starting which will feature posts from a number of established bloggers in the Mental Health community, so keep your eyes peeled! It promises to be interesting, informative, and just a little bit mental :)

Mental Health Hotline

This one has been doing the rounds for many years now (I first heard it on the radio in Austria about fifteen years ago!), but it’s such a classic it bears repeating :)

Mental health hotline:

If you are Obsessive/Compulsive: Press 1 repeatedly.

If you are Co-Dependent: Ask someone to press 2 for you.

If you have Multiple Personalities: Press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

If you are Paranoid: We know what you are and what you want. Stay on the line and we’ll trace your call.

If you are Delusional: Press 7 and your call will be transferred to the Mother ship.

If you are Schizophrenic: Listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are Depressive: It doesn’t matter which number you press. No one will answer you.

If you have a Short-Term Memory Loss: Please try your call again later.

If you have Low Self-Esteem: Hang up. All operators are too busy to talk to you.

Mental Health Labels

How powerful is a label? Do we live the labels we are given? Do we treat others according to the labels they are ascribed? This beautiful video by Storey reminds us of the importance of thinking about these things, and as an added benefit all proceeds from purchasing the song (available on iTunes) go to the NHS West London Mental Health Trust “Open Minds” campaign!

It’s worth watching full-screen on HD if you can (click the button that says “360p” when the video starts playing and choose “720p HD”

The Assessment

My assessment with the CMHT was pretty intense. I walked to the centre and arrived ten minutes early. Normally this would have been fine but since the appointment ended up starting fifteen minutes late it gave a lot of time for my anxiety to start building up. By the time I was led into the interview room by a friendly woman I was pretty stressed.

She assured me that there was nothing to be worried about and explained the basics to me. The CMHT employs doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists, OTs, physiotherapists and more. She would interview me, get all the relevant information, then present that to a panel of people from the different professions. Between them they will discuss my case and decide which of them, if any, think I need help and can be helped.

The interview started, predictably, with a risk assessment. Have I ever tried to take my own life? No. Do I think about death or suicide? Rarely. Do I have or have I ever made plans to take my own life? No. Have I ever taken an overdose? No. Have I ever had an eating disorder? No. Do I have a criminal record for violent crimes? No.

Then came the interesting one. Have I ever self harmed? Yes. Cutting. Arms. Blades, glass, whatever is around. But – I take pains to point this out – my self harm isn’t dangerous. I do it rarely, I believe I have stopped now, and I always use clean tools and control the act to avoid deep cuts, scarring, or any real damage. It is a coping mechanism that occurs as a result of my other issues, and if I can resolve them I won’t ever need it again. Do I think about it? Yes. Self harm is like an addiction in some ways, once you have done it once it is always there at the back of your mind as a potential course of action. Once you have opened that door once it is a lot easier to step through it again. What? No I’m not addicted to self harm, that’s not what I said!

Next came the million dollar question: “why are you here?”
Well I guess it would be my concern about my, what I like to call, chronic insecurity. I describe it to others like this: in any given situation if anything anyone has done or said can be possibly be interpreted as something negative towards me, then that is how my mind will process it every time. It takes only the slightest thing to send my mood plummeting into a depression that tends to last only a short time (a day or a few hours) but can be quite intense. I am particularly sensitive around my friends because obviously I care more what they say. This sensitivity is having a negative impact on my relationships.

The meeting then progressed pretty much as you would imagine, with only one question that surprised me. Was I a natural birth or cesarian? How could that possibly have anything to do with anything?? No I was never physically or sexually abused. My childhood was split between two parents, one highly emotional and loving but lacking any disciplinary influence, the other (who I lived with from the age of 12) emotionally detached and authoritarian. Yes I was bullied at school. My depression probably started when I was a teen, but it is hard to distinguish between genuine depression and just teenage angst.

Of course there was a lot more talk and detail than all that, but this post is long enough already! At the end of the interview I was thanked for coming and told to expect a letter regarding the outcome of the Wednesday meeting. Of course I wanted more than this so I pushed a little. She told me she was going to recommend psychological intervention on the basis of her concern that I don’t see a problem with self harming -
Inner monologue: what?! Didn’t you even listen to what I said? Do you know nothing about Self harm? Surely my other issues are rather more serious and worthy of help than a minor byproduct?

I pushed more, wanting to know what she thought of my issues, how she would classify them.
“Well off the record, because I’m not qualified to diagnose anything and I don’t really know you. This is just based on my experience with clients with various issues…”
Yeah, that’s fair enough
“I think you would fall under the personality disorder classification”
Yeah I can see that. Not entirely a surprise – I long suspected that something to do with me has been the cause of my issues. What personality disorder in specific were you thinking of?
“Again this is off the record and based only on our conversation here and what your GP has written, but I would say Borderline Personality Disorder.”
Inner monologue: WHAT THE-?! Are you completely off your rocker? Have you listened to what I have been saying? Did I say I push people away? No, I said I cling to them and do everything possible to keep them close. I am textbook anxious attachment!
So I said: Hm I’m not convinced myself. What made you think of borderline?
“You don’t seem to take responsibility for your own actions or situation, for example you blamed your depression on teenage adolescence”
At this point I am pretty much speechless. It feels like this lady has jumped on Borderline (possibly influenced by my gp’s notes) and is twisting what I am saying to fit her model of me.

Yes there are aspects of me that map onto the borderline criteria. But there are aspects of most things in the DSM which overlap with other things. Yes my relationships are affected by my issues, no I don’t believe I form unstable relationships. I never ‘devalue’ people, and I actually struggle to feel angry even when it is utterly appropriate. I never push people away. Yes I have a history of self harm, but so do an awful lot of people suffering depression. No, I don’t have a weak sense of self. In fact I have a strong sense of self; I know who I am, and exactly what I want in life. I have long term plans and am sticking to them. I don’t view myself as bad or unworthy. I don’t have black-and-white thinking or splitting. I don’t feel unfairly mistreated by the world or victimised. In fact I like to think I am a good person, and “the world” doesn’t treat anyone in any special way. However, yes I am highly sensitive to rejection and I do struggle to feel emotionally connected to someone when they are physically absent.

By my count, and I am being generous and really stretching here, I could possibly be said to match three of the nine criteria for BPD in DSM-IV. At least five must be matched for a diagnosis.

You know what, I’ll just wait to see someone who really is qualified and hope against probability that they will actually listen to me.

Inside Out

A difficulty with mental health issues is that they are internal. The external signs can sometimes give you some idea of what is going on, but only ever the vaguest outline. It’s the whole tip of the iceberg thing or ducks paddling furiously under the surface while they look utterly peaceful on the top. As am observer you have a bias towards attributing behaviour etc. to the personality of the individual, but you lack (unless you have trained for it) a situational awareness of the causes of that behaviour. This awareness and understanding of the internal and external factors that are acting on a person are critical to really being able to understand their emotional state.
I know with one close friend she can look perfectly normal to others, but inside there is a vortex of thoughts and emotions that are threatening to explode. I have learned to recognise the subtle signs (thanks to the dissociation the calmer and more blank she looks, the more turbulent I know her inner state is), but to the average person or even the casual friend it may look like there is nothing wrong.

This dichotomy between what others see and what we experience is common to us all. But with mental health issues it is exactly that divide that we must broach, through talking to our doctor, friends, or therapist, in order to explain to others how we are (not) coping.

So I will give a description here for you all to see-

External: I walk quietly up the stairs with my fellow students and walk into the lecture hall and take my seat. Maybe I say hello to a few people near me. The lecture starts and like most students I stare glass-eyed while I make some notes on my pad. When the lecture finishes I rush off, like I have somewhere important to be. Maybe another lecture?

Internal: it has taken a huge effort to get here today. My general state being as low as it is means my fear of crowds is heightened. As I walk up the stairs trying to stifle the rising panic, I draw myself inwards to the smallest profile I possibly can to avoid contact with anyone. It feels like everyone is shouting right in my ears and running straight at me. When someone bumps into me it sparks a cascade of thoughts; panic mixed with self-hate for being the size I am. I make it to my seat like a long distance runner to the finish line. I do my best to appear ‘normal’ so as not to attract attention to myself and make things worse, so I make an attempt to socialise.

The lecture starts and it feels like the start of an uphill battle. Immediately I am aware of the clock, of how long I am trapped here. I couldn’t possibly leave early so I have to concentrate on bottling up all the emotions. The lights are dimmed, making it harder to concentrate. I am already fighting a physical and mental exhaustion, like the life has been literally sucked from my muscles and brain. Yet despite the exhaustion my brain is still spinning on overdrive. Constantly the thoughts are spinning around my head, distracting me. A mixture of the todo list I need to get through and feelings of worthlessness. It is like the lecturer is speaking Russian and all I can do is hope I can catch up by doing the reading. Suddenly and randomly my mood crashes hard and it takes every ounce of effort I have not to burst out into fits on tears right there. I can feel them starting to well up as I fight to hold back. I look at the clock, how long have I got left before I can escape to a safe place? Oh god. An hour and a half.

I sketch in my pad to distract myself. Pictures which symbolise how I feel. At this point I have given up on following the lecture. The material is too much for me to.process right now, and if I don’t keep distracting myself I’m going to lose my grip. In my head over and over the thoughts are spinning like some critical universal truth: ‘I can’t take this’, ‘I’m falling apart’. The thoughts are So strong and distracting that if anyone tries to talk to me it takes a massive effort to form coherent thoughts and sentences from the spinning jumble in my head. Generally the harder I try to concentrate or function the worse the anxiety gets.

By the time the lecture finishes it is all I can do to not just run out the door. I want desperately to be back in my room where I am safe, where I can let go and collapse or distract myself better. All in all it has been painful, and draining, and left me feeling hollow and useless.

The Therapy Issue

ThornsWell, this happened some time ago, but it’s taken till now to write about it.
I am new to therapy. It’s taken some while to open up to a therapist, even with my generally open attitude to things. Seriously, ask me almost anything and I’m happy to talk about it. But there are a few things that will take a while for me to volunteer, not least because I don’t want to admit it to myself.

I had finally started opening up to my new therapist. Just started to admit things to them that I was barely able to admit to myself. The first twenty minutes of the session were about this kind of thing. Then I mentioned something that ruined everything. Two weeks previously I discovered that one of the friends I had met at university, a friend that I had gotten quite close to, shared the same therapist as me. I hadn’t mentioned this in the session I had immediately after discovering it because it’s not something that generally comes up easily in conversation and because my friend had stopped therapy with this therapist a few weeks earlier due to not feeling comfortable with them.

When I did mention it I was in a state of pre-crisis. I knew that the next week or so was going to be incredibly difficult because I was going to talk to my partner at the time about how I felt the relationship wasn’t working (and again, as in a previous post, I stress that this was not a fault of either of us). When I needed a therapist most, when I needed that support and help, I was let down in a horrible way. I told the therapist (Susan Raftery of Uxbridge) that I was building a strong friendship with this friend, and I was met with very accusative language. I mentioned early in the conversation that I hadn’t be quite forward with her the previous week because I hadn’t admitted to knowing this mutual aquaintance in the previous meeting, however the language that I received was very negative: “YOU haven’t been honest with me” “YOU have put ME in a very difficult position”. It was horribly negative, and accusative. “I will have to think about whether I can continue being your therapist” she said. Twenty minutes into the session I left in tears saying “there is nothing more to talk about”.

I understand conflict of interest. Kind of. I mean, it’s not that unusual for a therapist in a small town to have clients that know each other surely? What I really didn’t like was the incredibly negative and accusative talk. *We* hadn’t put her in any kind of position. We had no control over meeting each other. We had no control over happening to share the same therapist. So how the fuck were we to blame for anything that happened??

A week later the therapist called me and said “I cannot continue being your therapist”. To which I responded that I could not continue to be her client considering her reaction! She then called my friend (who was stood next to me at the time) and had a long conversation with her including such quality breaches of my confidentiality like telling her how many therapy sessions I had had, and pretty much accusing me (to my close friend) of lying about what had happened.

So I am no longer in therapy. Not only that, but I do not now feel like I can trust a therapist again. It will take a hell of a lot for me to be able to open up to a therapist, least of all trust that they will be there when I need them most. I have started free counselling at my university, but having someone to bitch at each week doesn’t come close to having someone who will help you explore, understand, and resolve deep psychological issues. So the past few weeks have been a complete mess, and for the first time in years I am actually considering talking to my doctor about going back on medication (which I hate).

Oh yeah, they can’t do that because they lost my diagnosis.
But that’s another story.

The Mad-o-sphere

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I recently had a discussion with the lovely Aliquant about the sorry state of after-crisis care for those with mental health issues. Our discussion revolved not only around direct care, but also the way other care community workers treat you after you have been diagnosed with a disorder. Aliquant has had a rather shocking first hand experience of this when a doctor diagnosed her medical symptoms as ‘in [her] head’ and ‘part of [her] disorder’. Hours later she was in A&E being treated for septicemia in the leg and being told if it had been left any longer (a matter of hours) it could have been life-threatening.

Stories like this are commonplace. Maybe not all as dramatic, but pretty much everyone in the mental health sphere has stories of prejudice, intolerance, and mistreatment due not to behaviour in the moment but simply because of the diagnosis hung around their neck. The stigma around mental health is still so strong in this country, furthered by a public ignorance and the appalling sensationalist headlines of tabloids like ‘schizo stabs sons’. People who have difficulties of any kind are forced to hide in the outskirts of society, shamed into silence, never speaking publicly about their life and experience for fear of the negative reaction that they have learned to expect.

As you can imagine, such an environment is a pretty oppressive, and depressing, situation to find yourself in. Feeling that the only person you can talk to safely is your therapist – if you are lucky enough to have one – and even then you may not be sure what you can and can’t safely say. Not to mention the fluctuations in that relationship that come with transference! It is a lonely world indeed. Or at least…it was.

Now imagine having a space to say whatever you want. A space where not only can you safely and anonymously get everything off your chest, but you can ‘talk’ to other people with the same, similar, or even completely different issues. Imagine an international support net manned more or less 24hours a day by people who are not interested in locking you up, only being there for you as you have been for them. These are the Mentally Interesting, and this is the Mental Health Blog-o-Sphere. A collection of online journals detailing the experiences, thoughts, and essays by people in all walks of life. There are people diagnosed with almost everything in DSM-IV, mental Health nurses, even the occasional psychologist. And between them they form a kind of support network of online friends, people who understand, don’t judge, and who you can tell your ‘secret’ because they have theirs too.

We celebrate together when good news rolls in, we commiserate together with the bad, and comfort each other in times of pain. Collectively we have more detailed experience of medication and side effects than any one doctor, we share coping tips, offer advice, and yes, occasionaly we may gently suggest to one of us that it may be wise to self-refer to a ward or otherwise seek help if a crisis is in progress. We are also fiercely protective. If trolls leave nasty comments on someone’s blog we will rise together to defend the victim. And just sometimes we will snail mail a bag of jelly babies to someone who is down, just to remind them that there are people who care.

Twitter has helped this online community develop even further, effectively allowing us to chat to one another without compromising our anonymity. Now many of us talk, at least briefly, everyday.

This has even gone further now with the inaugural mad-up this weekend just past. Twenty something people from the UK mental health blogging community all converged in London to meet, drink, and talk safely in a group. As Pandora put it:

“There is something so absolutely empowering (I hate that word) and freeing (I hate that word too) about being able to openly and with impunity discuss those dirty little mental health related subjects that society wants to brush under the carpet”

While the idea of a group meet of a large number of mentally interesting people seems somewhat ironic, considering the prevalence of social anxiety and crippling self-esteem issues among us, the Mad Up was a huge success and it was wonderful to finally put actual faces to names.

So if you are reading this and you have felt alone with your diagnosis, if you have felt like your doctor has stamped a diagnosis on you, fed you some pills, and pushed you out the door, or even if you haven’t seen a doctor yet but you feel like something isnt quite right in your head – join us! Write a blog, start following others, make connections, leave comments, and become part of the Mental Health blog-o-sphere.

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