🌟Trigger Warning🌟
The next few days I was so scared to leave Pete alone. I had plans with friends and family over the Christmas period but with the added visits from the crisis team morning and night those plans didn’t stand any importance.
I just want to say now, please do not take my views as your own, we each view things differently but for me the crisis team were useless.
I remember them phoning and deciding they didn’t need to see Pete the day he came home. They would come the next day.
I didn’t know what to expect at this point having never dealt with them before.
Pete knew some of them from previous times of need before me.
This is the problem I had with them.
They come round for less than half an hour each visit, they essentially have a tick list of questions.
Do you feel suicidal today?
How is your mood?
Have you eaten?
Now I don’t know about you but I know personally you can be whoever you want to be for half an hour a day. I could be having the worst day but sit there, answer questions, make eye contact, smile etc.
Basically it’s not hard to fake it for such a short amount of time.
Around this time there was talk of Pete going in for inpaitent care. He voluntarily agreed to this.
But there were no beds.
By the time a bed became available Pete had been discharged from the crisis team and was told he wasn’t ‘ill’ enough for the bed.
I knew differently, I hadn’t gone home since the initial overdose and I was with him 247. He needed help, help I didn’t know how to give, nobody was listening to me or him and it scared me going forward feeling so alone.
