Mentioning of suicide, therapist panics

Mentioning of suicide, therapist panics

I had been seeing an interim therapist while waiting to go to college after I graduated high school. I was seeing someone in the local mental health center and I was supposed to see her for the summer as my current therapist got laid off due to budget cuts.

Some where in the middle of that summer, I reach the lowest point in my life, about three weeks away from when I was going to leave for college up in Maine. Like anyone else would do, I told my therapist that I was having suicidal feelings. She then did something totally unexpected. She took a deep breath, held it, let it go, and then sat there stunned like I shot her with a taser or something. She didn’t know what to do. She asked if I needed to be seen by someone in the emergency room and I forget if I did or not. I think I did because I got to the local hospital and was admitted for two weeks. I was glad my summer job had come to a close so I didn’t have to worry about work.

What I didn’t realize was that suicide is a big deal in the mental health field. The therapist didn’t want to take me back after my admission so I was stuck seeing a resident who basically said it was her or the hospital. I didn’t have a choice of people to talk about my feelings of being suicidal. Sure they were fine in the confined settings of a hospital stay but were taboo on an outpatient setting. I always knew I was high risk and it wasn’t until I entered into the field of suicidology did I really understand what it meant to be suicidal not just as a patient but as a clinician as well. I am not a clinician but I do have a clinical way of thinking about things. I might not be trained (yet) but I have more experience in therapy than a new graduate or even someone who has spent their lifetime doing this. I like to think of myself as an expert but then all people who have attempted suicide feel that they are.

What strikes me is the legality of the dreaded no-suicide contracts, the risk for malpractice, the ethical responsibility of the patient in the course of therapy, and the risk of losing the patient. Those are some pretty big reasons NOT to take on a client but what if you were in the situation that I was in. I already had an “established” therapist and she got cold feet when I told her I was thinking about killing myself. And in the age of the internet, I find that I am not the only one who has had this experience. I also have had trouble finding another therapist. My current therapist, though she still gets anxious when I talk about suicide, is thirty miles from me and I don’t have a car. We communicate solely by phone unless I can take my sister’s car every so often to drive out the forty-five minute to hour drive both ways. I have tried to find a therapist within a five mile radius of my house and have failed, not once, not twice, not three time, but ten fucking times!!! That is right, I called ten different therapists and they all turned me down because I had a history of being suicidal. It hurts and sucks. They just asked the question, I answered honestly, and got either referred to another therapist or was turned down outright. So I was stuck with the far away therapist. I then got hospitalized during the course of trying to find a therapist I could see face to face and when I did, he was scared of me. I mean beads of sweat were coming down his face and he had a high pitched, nervous laugh. I could tell he did not want to treat me. He didn’t want to lose me because I was such a high risk person. What makes you high risk? Having a significant history of suicide attempts, history of being abused either physically, emotionally or sexually or all three, constant suicide thoughts, and feeling hopeless. There are other criteria but those jump out at me as the most significant. I once went to a suicidology conference where I listed the prominent symptoms of my condition and had it reviewed by one of the suicidologists at the conference. He didn’t want to touch this person with a ten foot pole. I never felt so hopeless before in my life. I knew at that point that there was no hope for me, that I was destined to always be suicidal, or at least have suicidal thoughts. But it shocked me that this expert had no advice for me other than good luck.

To be a suicidal patient and have no where to go is a tough situation. You depend on the therapist to be there for you and to talk openly about any topic you want to talk about, including suicide. But what do you do when the therapist has no clue? You would think that the therapist would know how to handle the situation. You are after all trusting this person to give you advice about your life. It seems kind of too late to start the training now while you are in crisis on what to do. It’s not like you can put your life on hold while the therapist gets a clue. All I can say is to be patient. Don’t buy into a no suicide contract, they don’t work. Go to the American Association of Suicidology’s website to help both you and your therapist. There are not too many therapists that know how to handle suicidal crises every where and each state has their own rules regarding suicidal safety. The best advice I can offer is to both be honest with one another and to listen to each to whether out the storm of the suicidal feelings. Have a safety plan in place. Use a crisis response plan. Pick up a book on Managing Suicidal Risk by David Jobes and give it to your therapist. If the therapist says she or he cannot work with you anymore, find someone who can. That might take some doing and some time but you can find someone that is not afraid of suicide.

everything is a bother

Should have stayed home

I should have stayed home today than embrace this hot weather just to get an iced coffee at Starbucks. I didn’t think it would be too bad out but I was wrong. Least it wasn’t humid out. I can take the dry heat but not the humidity.

I got my coffee and then contemplated how I was going to get home as there is no bus from the square to my house. I had to finagle things.

I became psychotic again last night. I don’t know why I am having break through psychotic symptoms. I am not stressed to the max or anything. It is weird. I also have been having weird dreams. I fell asleep earlier than usual last night and woke up around 0230. I didn’t go back to sleep till around 0430. I don’t know if I blogged another blog or not. I didn’t. I guess this heat is making me crazy even with the a/c cranked. I hope I don’t have another episode before I see my pdoc on Friday. Maybe she can make sense of it. I sure can’t.

I am glad I am home and in my room. I need to take a shower but that can wait for now. I have to do it before tonight as I need to change patches. I hate taking a shower in the heat. Even though we have a cooling fan it doesn’t do much but blow around the hot air.

My therapist never texted me back on what I was to write on. Bugger. I will yell at her tomorrow when I talk with her. I still have had fleeting thoughts of dying. Today while waiting for the bus stop I am not familiar with, I was hoping someone would kill me. Just slice my throat open or shoot me. I mean those things happen all the time, why can’t it happen to me. It would save me the trouble of trying to kill myself. I once thought of hiring someone to kill me but I don’t think I could ever raise enough funds to do that. I know my life isn’t worth much to begin with but to someone who would end up in jail because they took my life, might mean more than just a few hundred dollars.

I got my annual retirement statement from my work. I don’t know what to do with it now. It’s not like I can touch the money without penalty. And even if I did, I bet the US treasury would want some for my student loans. But I don’t think they can touch it. I hope not anyways or I will have nothing. Course if I kill myself, it doesn’t matter anyways.

I want to read but I don’t know what to read. I have books piled on my bed and around my bed. All I have to do is choose one and I can’t even do that. Decision are so hard when you have a deep depression. I’m so glad I don’t have to work for now because I HATED having to choose my attire for the day. Not like I had to get dressed up. But I hated choosing which color jeans and what socks to wear (black or white, ankle or tube, etc.) My friend just told me to grab the closest one and usually I did that. I would sometimes wear the same jeans all week because I didn’t want to bother with emptying the pockets for another pair. I have to carry my pens, wallet, change (if I felt like it), and money. I never carry my money in my wallet. I don’t think anyone does. It’s just a safety measure I learned while living in Boston.

I feel really down despite having an ok day. I really want to take a nap right now but I am fighting it. I am exhausted from my trip today just to get my coffee but also from not sleeping through the night and waking up at fricken nine. I finally gave up around ten and got out of bed to have breakfast. Then went out of this stupid coffee. Starbucks is coming out with a home iced brewing system. I am thinking about getting it so that on days like today I don’t have to leave the house. Course I don’t know if I can have some counter space in the kitchen. My mother has this coffee pot, Gevalia, that she never uses but yet it has to be on the counter. If I get this brewing system, it could go there. It would be so nice to make iced coffee at home. I have a French press that I use for hot coffee but it’s a pain to clean because it doesn’t have a filter. When you clean it, you get the grounds all over the place except the bucket. Least that is my luck.

Maybe I should go back on antidepressant. Trouble is that I have been on all of them and each one has upset my stomach. After a few months, I get nauseous in the morning and sometimes I vomit if it gets too bad. I thought at first it was something wrong with my stomach but tests have not shown anything wrong. Once I stopped the antidepressant, the nausea stopped too. And I was taking the lowest dose possible. It sucks. I am glad the mood stabilizer doesn’t give me any side effects other than drowsiness. It also helps my appetite in check. I don’t know how but I lost another few pounds. Course I have not been eating that much lately. I mostly just have been eating cereal and sometimes eggs, if I am up to making them. I used to eat eggs all the time until the depression hit me bad. Now it’s too much of a bother. Everything is too much of a bother.

I think I’ll go back to reading Team of Rivals…

psychosis while reading

Just wrote a few pages for my book. I don’t know if it will ever get finished or published but it is a start. I add to it every now and then. I should edit it a little bit to add more to it but then I might want to scrap the whole thing.

I got to my Starbucks and am having my Kati Kati coffee. It’s so good, I might get another one before I go. But I think one coffee per day is my limit. Otherwise I might have a night like last night where I was up most of the night. But it wasn’t because I was restless, it was because I was in pain. The pain finally settled down around three in the morning. I fell asleep shortly there after.

I started writing about my past in the book. And about my diagnosis of Bipolar II disorder. I am not sure I can explain it as I don’t understand it too well myself. But it is basically episodes of hypomania and severe depression, mostly severe depression as the hypomania come infrequently. I have had this diagnosis since I was sixteen. I thought it was just due to a medication reaction (Prozac made me hyper and crazy) but when it lingered long after the half-life, I knew that I had it. But I still have the psychosis that is inherent in my illness. I have been having voices since I was five years old. It’s hard to explain how the voices evolved. But they are still with me and they are not my voices. I know because usually when I read, there is a man voice that reads with me. When I don’t hear this voice then I know it is my voice reading. I once asked my therapist if she hears a voice while she is reading and she says that she doesn’t. I find that odd. I thought everyone had a voice that changes with the way that the book’s words go. I guess I am truly psychotic.

Last night while I was reading it was difficult because I didn’t hear a voice. I don’t know if it was because I was too tired to read or that I just didn’t want to get into the book. I finally gave up after reading for a half hour. I am tempted not to take my meds to see if the voices to do come back while I read. It does make for interesting reading when the voice changes when there is dialog in the book. Usually I hear a man’s voice narrate as I read. He wasn’t there last night and I found it odd. I tried to imagine voices while I read but it just took more effort to try and pay attention to what I was reading. It was very difficult concentrating.

Fourth of July

It’s the fourth of July. I don’t have any plans but to listen to the ball game. I am not feeling really good. My head is filled with paranoia and voices. Still feeling depressed. My friend has been wanting to make plans with me for a movie or something but I just am not in the mood for social activities. “I am now the most miserable man living. if what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better I cannot tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible.; I must die or be better, it appears to me” –Abraham Lincoln.

Sox are winning right now, if this rookie pitcher doesn’t blow it.

I didn’t sleep very well. I woke up at three in the morning, fell back to sleep around four and then woke up at nine. I woke up with weird dreams. I dreamt of my godfather and my uncle. I guess they have been in the back of my mind.

I need to take a shower today and brush my teeth. I haven’t done either in the last two days. I just have not felt like it. I have not felt like doing anything. There are no buses to Davis so no Starbucks today, but I do have their refreshers. Supposedly they have caffeine in it but I hardly feel it. I do like the taste of the Lime refresher. I bought their Valencia orange and think it tastes like Tang so I don’t like it as much.

I feel like having French fries but it’s way too hot to turn the oven on. And because today is a holiday, I don’t think my favorite sub shop is open. I might make some bacon for dinner though. Would love a nice toasted sandwich with cheese.