12-25-2019, 07:01 AM
I made a suicide attempt last month. It wasn't a very lethal attempt, though -- I took some pills, although I knew it wasn't a lethal dose. I also told my husband what I had done.
I spent four days in a locked mental ward. I really thought that, once I had been an inpatient, I would be eligible for more resources. I have desperately been trying to find a good therapist for years, but almost no one takes my insurance. (I'm on Medicare due to life-threatening physical illnesses that have left me with severe physical disabilities.)
The hospital discharged me without finding me any resources at all. they said I would see a social worker who would come up with an after-discharge plan for me, but the only time I saw her was at my discharge meeting. She never came up with anyone to provide me with ongoing care.
At the discharge meeting, I talked about my hopes of find a peer support group for people with disabilities similar to mine, or a therapist-led group for coping with disabilities. Everyone at the meeting thought that was a good idea. However, I have not been able to find anything. All the groups I've found require members to have a specific diagnoses, and I don't fit any of the diagnoses. (I was unable to research this while in the hospital, because my phone was confiscated and I was not allowed internet access. Even talking to friends on the phone was strictly limited.)
In the hospital, I made friends with a female patient whose health problems were similar to mine, and we promised to stay in touch. However, I have called and called her (about 12 times in the past 6 weeks or so), and she always says she doesn't feel well enough to talk. This may be true, but I had been hoping to help her with her financial problems (I had promised to give her my used smartphone, for example), and now neither of us can help the other.
I also made friends with a very elderly woman who was unhappy with the group home where she was being sent. I was hoping to contact her and help her find some place better, but I have been unable to reach her. (She didn't know her cell number, only her landline from the place she had be living previously.)
Hospitalization seemed like the last resort to me, but the staff didn't do anything to help me. Talking to the other patients was helpful, but now I have no way to reach them.
I now feel extremely hopeless, and like I can't continue. My disabilities are just too much. I spend almost the whole day alone, struggling to do things like get to the bathroom or take a shower.
I want my life to end. Both my husband and I have lots of prescription drugs (non-narcotic -- things like insulin and lasix) that are lethal if taken in high enough doses. I keep thinking about taking a lethal dose.
I spent four days in a locked mental ward. I really thought that, once I had been an inpatient, I would be eligible for more resources. I have desperately been trying to find a good therapist for years, but almost no one takes my insurance. (I'm on Medicare due to life-threatening physical illnesses that have left me with severe physical disabilities.)
The hospital discharged me without finding me any resources at all. they said I would see a social worker who would come up with an after-discharge plan for me, but the only time I saw her was at my discharge meeting. She never came up with anyone to provide me with ongoing care.
At the discharge meeting, I talked about my hopes of find a peer support group for people with disabilities similar to mine, or a therapist-led group for coping with disabilities. Everyone at the meeting thought that was a good idea. However, I have not been able to find anything. All the groups I've found require members to have a specific diagnoses, and I don't fit any of the diagnoses. (I was unable to research this while in the hospital, because my phone was confiscated and I was not allowed internet access. Even talking to friends on the phone was strictly limited.)
In the hospital, I made friends with a female patient whose health problems were similar to mine, and we promised to stay in touch. However, I have called and called her (about 12 times in the past 6 weeks or so), and she always says she doesn't feel well enough to talk. This may be true, but I had been hoping to help her with her financial problems (I had promised to give her my used smartphone, for example), and now neither of us can help the other.
I also made friends with a very elderly woman who was unhappy with the group home where she was being sent. I was hoping to contact her and help her find some place better, but I have been unable to reach her. (She didn't know her cell number, only her landline from the place she had be living previously.)
Hospitalization seemed like the last resort to me, but the staff didn't do anything to help me. Talking to the other patients was helpful, but now I have no way to reach them.
I now feel extremely hopeless, and like I can't continue. My disabilities are just too much. I spend almost the whole day alone, struggling to do things like get to the bathroom or take a shower.
I want my life to end. Both my husband and I have lots of prescription drugs (non-narcotic -- things like insulin and lasix) that are lethal if taken in high enough doses. I keep thinking about taking a lethal dose.
