u/noorangebraincells

Just curious if the council have got any actual plans to improve and support literally anyone outside of the town centre. I’ve been reading about how the council have had an awful backlog for repairs in council housing etc, it just doesn’t add up or I’m missing something. They’ve stripped up that walk way/road in town which had flower planters and was painted colourfully :/ why?

The investment into the waterfront has brought lots of visitors, but is that money really going back into the residents of Dundee? What’s been happening here?

What do people want to see and have in the communities outside of the town? What do people really think? What good changes have been made over the past few years?

I’d love to learn and know more about what’s happening! I’m not great with the internet, so I’d love to hear from actual people!

I’m after what we had in the 00’s. I’m not a fan of digital screens, but I’ll compromise if necessary. It looks like it’ll have to be 4G since old networks are being turned off in the UK :(

I’m going back to the 00’s because fuck this modern world. I’m going to use my PC like we all did in the 00’s— for emails and the web, video games and usual office use; have a mobile phone for call and text only; iPod for music and then use my notebook for drawing anything interesting I see or need to write down. This is how I was raised, and I hate what the world has become.

Must have:

SMS + calls
Preferably blackberry style qwerty keyboard
Would prefer classic analogue screen

Avoid:

Camera
WiFi or browser
Music player (I have an iPod already)
Random fancy shit or useless filler/junk/bloatware
Shiny fancy digital screen full of colourful apps

Thank you!!!!

So I attempted suicide due to stress a few weeks ago and ended up in A&E.

After my stay in hospital, I called the ambulance team back because I couldn’t walk properly and my legs were numb following my suicide attempt. They felt that it was best to call the police so they could take me to the crisis team to assess me.

I ended up becoming a voluntary patient after the crisis team felt it was best for me to get support for my trauma and overwhelm. On day one, they sectioned me as I started panicking and regretted that I had agreed to be voluntary. I felt delirious, confused and terrified of everyone around me— so I freaked out and tried to set the fire alarm off so I could get out and home. This is were things very quickly became dehumanising.

On day two, I was given 30mg instead of my usual 50mg of Elvanse. This was my last ever dose for 3 weeks, and I’ve suffered immensely due to this. I feel that have ruined my brain and life at present due to my overall experience there.

It’s felt as if I’ve been having heart attacks; I’ve had severe traumatic flashbacks to my childhood, my working memory has taken a hit and my brain has been messed up by this “hospital”. It’s like my old baseline has been exacerbated to the nth degree. I suffered from blackouts while I relived my entire childhood trauma there, and I’m yet to try to remember it all over again.

A decent amount of staff were nasty, demeaning and left me to writhe in pain on the floor from existing physical health issues instead of calling for a doctor. They told other patients to ignore me and I was left to suffer alone. Only a few nurses and HCAs were kind. I had to become my own advocate yet again.

But now, I feel completely unreal after 3 weeks of having my ADHD meds abruptly stopped and the whole experience on this ward. Everything feels personal, I’ve lost trust in everyone around me and I’ve feared for my own safety at home due to how horrid some of those Nurses were. I’ve had horrific nightmares and vivid mental imagery that terrified me, my heart has been pounding and my blood pressure has been a bit wacky; I’m currently still struggling with executive functioning and feel completely off track— as if my brain has been broken forever by particular horrid members of staff.

—They left me without clean clothes or my own belongings for a week, denied me food and water when I had forgotten to go eat (tada! ADHD) and tried to gaslight me about what treatment the psychiatrist had suggested. A lot of them were clueless and completely useless at basic mental health care. Though, some of them are absolute gold and I’ll always remember their smiles and kindness :,)

It feels as if this ward has ruined my life at present, and my mind. All I wanted was support and help. Now I’m still suffering from their abysmal treatment planning, communication, them ignoring my physical health conditions, psychological abuse from staff and the sheer trauma of having been in such an environment while being neurodivergent. It’s felt as if I’ve come out of prison and woken up in an alternate reality, it was that bad. I’ve forgotten how to use some technology outside of the ward and it’s as if my old life and sense of self is just a whisper. I am very determined to get back on track and power through though!

I just want to share a part of my story online, and I would love to hear from others about their own experiences with sudden cessation from doses such as 50mg— and their experiences within mental health wards. I have no idea if what I’m experiencing is normal for what’s happened, and I feel completely drained by this particular NHS hospital.

I’m more than determined to get back to life though. I’ve lost weight within 3 weeks (only about ~3kg though) and my entire routine at home has been destroyed due to being stuck there so long. I just hope that there are others who can relate, I’ve felt so isolated and dehumanised by them. I might never be the same woman again, and there is so much more horrific shit that’s happened there to me and others— but there is always hope and power in the truth :D

Edit: thank you all for your comments. It seems like I’m blaming my ADHD medication more than my actual life experience so far. I have a pretty challenging level of PTSD which makes it hard for me to put my life history into one coherent experience.

In hospital I was having blackouts and kept waking up randomly, as if my whole body had been dropped and clicked back into the world. It was quite horrific and I had some awful flashbacks. I imagine the ADHD medication cessation had a contributing effect since I had been on it for a while, but likely my suicide attempt on nefopam triggered a severe exacerbation of my ptsd :(

Thank you all for your kind comments and sharing of your own experiences, hopefully my post makes sense!