My medical records

Once I had moved from being a teenager to an adult the majority of my medical notes all relate to my mental health for the most part. There are two diagnoses on their one being bipolar and the other being anorexia. At first, I didn’t like them being there as they are there for life, but as time has progressed I have come to be fine with them and am happy to talk actively about them.

Now going back to November last year when I was in the hospital because of what I had done I had to be seen by a psychiatrist to decide if I was fit to go home. The first two days I saw him I was just coming around from the coma and was thinking about that experience so was not really in the mood to chat to anyone as I was focusing on that.

Then on Monday, my personality changed and when I saw him we had a long discussion covering my past and the now and what I want to do. We talked for about an hour, well I talked at him and he sat there making notes on what I was saying. It was a good discussion and at that point, he considered that I would probably be ok to be discharged from the hospital and put into the care of the home treatment team.

Then Tuesday happened, and I woke up at that point not having had any psychic meds for about 5 days at that point. I was at the tail end of the mixed episode I had been living with and it then decided to mess with me one final time. Sending me psychotic and hearing voices, very paranoid and I was convinced that the ward I was on was not a proper hospital ward and that it was a sting operation by the police to catch drug users.

I saw the psychiatrist in the morning and was hiding the psychosis well from him, and he was all set to let me go home but he had to make sure things were in place for that. It was then at this point that the psychosis went up a level; the feelings of paranoia went through the roof. I packed my things that I had in the room and sat there wondering what to do.

It was then at this point that I decided I had to get out of there, as I was sure I wouldn’t be released and I was going to be arrested by the police who were there posing as hospital staff. So when the chance arose and the person who was supposed to be sitting outside my room left to do something, I decided at that point that I had to get out of there.

So I left the hospital and made a run for it, I got all the way home I called my mum at that point and told her what I had done and all the delusional ideas that I was having. So she…