Thursday, 13 November 2014

Wug Again

Julie is back in hospital.  Or rather back inside another hospital, as she has passed the magic threshold into adult services since she last spent the night in a hospital bed.

I'm hoping they don't make her too comfortable.  She has gone in for three days initially, but we shall have to see how that works out.  Past experience tells us that institutional time is elastic.

It should mean that she doesn't self harm for those three days.  That will give her a breathing space, and give her body time to heal.

I didn't stay terribly long at admission - it was late in the evening - but it seemed clean and calm, and the staff seemed to engage fairly well with us.  Lots of new faces, names and procedures to learn.

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  1. They tend to be more aware of not letting people get too reliant and comfortable in hospital when they're adults. I guess for children it's more normal to have someone look after you but it leads to bigger problems when you're an adult. You sound like a very sensible mother who knows what's best for julie. When I was in hospital there were a lot of parents arguing that their relative needed to stay longer when it was really not good for things like bpd. Hope it all goes to plan and she is back home and stable as soon as she can be. Take care xx

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    1. That's really useful to know, thanks. Well I can understand that feeling that you're scared for your child to come home when you have to take full responsibility for them again. Also for a long time you keep believing that hospital is going to fix your child! But yes, the experience with CAMHS was that you actually had to fight to get them back home.

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  2. Thinking of you, and if it's any help, I have a relative with severe mental health issues, who has spent extended periods in hospital. Yet inbetween times, like now, he lives independently and seems to enjoy life xx

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    1. Yes it is a help - every story like that helps because it gives you a tiny glimmer of an idea how it might all - somehow - be made into a life that is bearable. The difficult thing is not being able to see how it can.

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