I had a bad experience in my lead up to admission to MBU, I wondered if any of you can relate? I have previously written on here about my birth experience and how that was quite traumatic and I know some of you shared that experience also.
I'll try keep it short, but to summarize I was discharged from hospital the day after I gave birth and I had a strange, worried feeling. It felt like a nagging fear that followed me constantly. After a week or so, I started to have severe panic attacks, stopped sleeping, couldn't bear to be left alone. I had to write lists of how people needed to treat me because I couldn't cope with anything practical or anything unexpected. I was constantly crying. I saw a health visitor, I cried and told her how I felt, she said it sounded like baby blues. I went to A and E (after a whole night of no sleep), I was delirious, saying I was worried my baby was going to be taken away, and talking about suicide, I told the doctor and was sent home with 2 diazepam and a letter to my GP was forwarded. I don't know if she got it but she didn't follow it up. I went to my GP surgery 3 times (I was prescribed sertraline) , saw different GP's and each time cried inconsolably, confessed to suicidal thoughts, when one GP asked if I was planning to hurt my baby I remember feeling sickened and then became paranoid I would. I saw a psychiatrist around this time, I was referred by one of the GP's, again I cried said I was suicidal, I was sent away and given an emergency number in case I became paranoid. I went walking around this time alone, I remember standing by the river and wishing I had the nerve to jump in, I wandered around the park crying and wishing someone would ask me what was wrong.
I quickly went down hill over the space of days and became paranoid, completely lost my memory. Then I started collapsing, I would black out, find myself on the floor and was convinced I had locked in syndrome. My family wouldn't phone for an ambulance. To be honest I am having a very hard time understanding this. At one point I managed to get my phone, I phoned an ambulance and they came to find me on the floor unable to move. They managed to get me to the sofa after checking my vitals and left, in the notes they left it said "has a history of anxiety", which I do but it is mild. I cannot for the life of me understand why upon finding a 36 year old woman with 2 children on the floor saying she cannot move, a woman who was a teacher, a professional, no previous history of severe mental health problems they left with no follow up. I can only think that it was because it was obvious it was a mental health issue and they are desensitized to being called out to mental health related issues and therefore don't take them seriously.
That night I was again paralyzed on the sofa, my dad rang the NHS mental health emergency number and he was told to give me diazepam and get me in bed. I couldn't move, I was convinced I was locked in, only able to move my eyes. I felt like I was in a living nightmare, I mean that literally, I WAS in a living nightmare. At some point I dragged myself up the stairs by my arms and let my dad give me the diazepam. My dad seemed annoyed with me, like I was attention seeking or "putting it on", there was a sense of "come on girl, pull yourself together", my partner was in bed in the attic with the baby whilst this was happening. He was completely unable to cope and had decided to take himself away and ignore what was happening. This is his coping mechanism.
To be fair to my family, the health professionals, all of them I had seen had not been able to tell them what was wrong with me. I think they felt I had extreme anxiety. I also think they were worried I would be put in a Psych hospital away from my baby. We didn't know anything about MBU's.
It has been a year since these events, the day after this I went to the GP's and collapsed in the reception, I was taken by ambulance to the psychiatric hospital then transferred to the MBU. No-one came with me in the ambulance to the MBU I don't know why, my partner was at work and my Dad didn't come. I don't know why. I was left in a room in the MBU for a couple of hours and then sectioned because I said I would jump out the window if my baby wasn't brought to me immediately. I had no idea where I was, what was going on, if I would see my baby again. In the end he was brought to me, I was sedated, told my diagnosis and then spent about 3/4 weeks in a psychotic state. I was given Olanzepine but it was the ECT that brought me back. The MBU was very good, I have no complaints at all.
Today I cried properly for the first time in a year. I cried because I feel like everyone let me down. My family, the doctors. I saved myself. I am angry with my family, but I don't feel like I can get angry with them because they didn't understand. I feel like I can't forgive them and I feel like it is holding back my recovery. I feel like I need answers from health professionals. I feel like I need someone to listen.