Arrested under the Mental Health Act

Firstly, my schizoaffective disorder has been really terrible in recent weeks. My mood dipped extremely low in late September, and only got worse. It got to the point I'd stop between classes to bawl my eyes out, and everyone thought I was going to do something rash (however, I never would). On a Friday (forget which one), I got severely manic, dysphoric manic (saw my psychologist last week so he put the name to it), and started hallucinating and becoming delusional while in my Vice Principals office. He freaked out and drove me home, and I spent a lot of money of various drugs and wasted the weekend on a huge drug binge.

The monday back to school I was having terrible whitdrawals - chills, throwing up, headache, pale, sad, etc. I gave a letter to my high risk counselor at school, but she wasn't going to be back until Wednesday. She had asked me to be more open about what had been going on in the last couple months, so I wrote this big long thing explaining the newly developed eating disorder, self-injury issues, some of the hallucinations and delusions, and my feelings in general because I am having trouble communicating in person. Nothing at all in that that implied suicide or intention of hurting someone else, but when she got back Wednesday she refused to listen to me and got a form 1 (Basically means, a quick way to take someone to hospital without their permission), by telling a bunch of people I was going to kill myself and possibly hurt other people. I was arrested, and taken in handcuffs to the local hospital.

The doctor read the note and thought maybe I should be hospitalized but I managed to talk my way out it - at the same time, I was hallucinating pretty badly. I don't know if he noticed but he sent me home with a police escort and I was passed into the care of my best friends parents. 48 hour suicide watch, with 15 minute checks included.

Anyways, since then, the stress has been reeling out of control. I am convinced everyone is trying to put me in the hospital. I check my house multiple times a night to make sure the guy who is going to burn my house down doesn't succeed. Everything looks and feels different... which I can't even explain. I refuse to talk to anyone, because I need to know their alterative motive. I feel like the music I listen to is telling my something, and all the different messages when I listen to multiple songs clogs my brain up. I am always on the verge of an anxiety attack, and I've started asking people to answer their phones, and telling people to stop saying my name.

I can't make decisions anymore. It's so stressful. I can spend hours making a simple decision like what shampoo to use, or whether to eat white bread or brown. It's making my head spin... it's making me ruin some things in my life. It's like there aren't enough hours to finish everything I need to finish because I am too busy trying to make these minimal decisions. I can't keep dealing with this, but I don't know how to stress the severity of it to my doctor, and explain that it's really hurting my productivity.

I'm just not sure what to do. Nobody is helping me.

I'm sorry for your dilemma and struggles! I am also sorry that you weren't kept in hospital, for there you would have received the help you appear to desperately need.

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Nobody is helping me.

</div></font></blockquote><font class="post"> I see quite the opposite.

It took a big decision for the lady to write you up and I'm sure it affected her deeply to see you taken away in handcuffs, all to make sure you stayed safe.

The police also cared, because they didn't have to take you, they could have dissed you and not cared.

The doctor didn't let you out on your own, but into the care of friends..

Friends who watched you like a hawk, because they care about you.

Perhaps now it's time for you to realize there are plenty of people in your life who are trying to help you. It's time for you to accept that you need help, and you need it strong and NOW? Please change your mind about hospital, tell your doctor you need the break and are ready to accept help.

I too see that they tried to help you. it was your choice to talk your way out of that help.

If you would like to continue persuing hospitalization you can on your own go to the local ER and talk with two staff psychiatrists and again based on what you say will decide if you need to be hospitalized.

Ot you can contact your therapy professional if you have one and that therapist can go with you to the local er for the evaluation with two staff psychiatrists for possible inpatient care.

Basically you are the one in control of your own therapy and so on. if you want the help then you have to be the one to not talk yourself out of the situations where people are trying to help you.

Hang in there

Wow I sure learned some stuff there! I never knew they could do all that. I mean your Vice principal driving you home! Well also I do not like how doctors think they know everything and when you are going to hurt yourself and stuff, most of the time it is FALSE!

We are sort of in the same boat I suppose I do not know when Edu. level you are at but I myself have similar stuff and have been lacking in school and everything. I was thinking about suicide seriously today. Be happy to have doctors and people to help. I would have to be pretty lucky to even get medicine or help now. I was pout in a Special Ed class support thing, that is WAY TOO EASY! , and does not support my needs. My Psychologist way back in August '06 thought it would be so great. It really is now I am trying to get out of it and get the help I need. Have you ever gotten support classes or any of that? I was told if I do not eat lunch that a counselor would be informed. Do you eat well? Does your Schizoaffective stop you from doing things out of classes? How are you doing now? I have not been able to make decisions either lately, even simple everyday things seem hard and the stuff you learn when you are like 6. Sometimes I end up going to school with two different socks my hair a mess and a mixed outfit.
I hope you are okay