Will make this relatively brief as I'm in a communal area on my lap top right now... but sunday to this morning has been hell:

Without going into detail I essentially had an irrational moment that put the ward on high alert (harm to myself, not others)... resulted in all of my possessions being taken away, including clothes (stripped under observation) and given seclusion gowns to wear... was allowed to stay in my room but was essentially left there for 48 hours with very little in the way of human contact... been one of the scariest, loneliest and upsetting (ashamed to say I cried a lot) moments of my life.

Still feeling a bit scarred from it despite being able to talk my way out of further isolation and lack of items.

Got my ward round on Friday and then the 1st of 2 ADHD assessments on Monday.

My wife only found out what had happened the last few days after I reluctantly allowed one of the nurses to bring her up to speed... if anything I want to shield those I love from what I'm going through right now.