
11/07/2022
Prior to St Andrews I had been on a medical ward for 6 months so was stable on transfer. I deteriorated in StAndrews and between moving and being removed following calls to the CQC and safegaurding, the time I had been there left me week and traumatised. I still struggle now to process the things I saw and went through. Even in just a few months id lost a significant amount of weight undoing the work of the 6 months of stabilisation id done. I knew I wasnt well and staff hadnt taken my bloods in the last part of my admission saying to get the GP to do them as id soon be home. I went straight to get bloods and a EGC, before long I was being moved to critical care as I was so unwell. To go from stable, to critical while in a unit which is meant to help you, its just not right.
The day I left StAndrews a number of comments from staff. "You can stop calling CQC now then as you got what you wanted and are going home". I replied this wasn't the end of me fighting for change as I didnt want others to go through what I had. It was then added that I should be careful as by namimg the hospital people would know its a mental health unit and that could impact my future if employers saw it for example. I knew they cpuldnt and responded mental illness isn't something people should be ashamed of, poor care and unproffessional behaviour is.
The final words were predicting id end up back in a medical ward and sectioned, how medical wards will be worse as staff arent trained in mental health, whereas their ward offers a real opportunity. i disagreed, medical wards arent ideal and that we can agree on, but an inadequate and unsafe mental health unit is even worse
Leaving StAndrews I mentally and physically weak. I needed medical care and people who had last seen me just prior to moving to StAndrews couldnt believe how much id deteriorated mentall and physically.
The two years since leaving havent been easy, my mum passed away, friends id made in StAndrews past away. It was a lot to deal with, but I was surrounded by familys and friends, my Church and medics continued to help stabilise me.
I feared id die in tbe hospital, or due to being unable to cope with the trauma of the admission. I still have trauma, i still struggle to accept some of those Ive met lost their lives. But ive got stronger.
Last year I started working with the BBC to expose failings. Two days later I had an interview for a job in mental health. In my interview I shared how the things I went through in StAndrews is what prompted me to apply so I can use my experiences to create positive change in the future. They tried to make me believe sharing my journey would negatively impact my future, but its helped me heal and channel my pain into something constructive.
The medical staff that said wouldnt manage me, and were not trained in mental health have shown me more understanding than the majority of StAndres staff. In St Andrews their answer was restraints and medications. They knew I had trauma so if distressed would say "if you dont calm down we will have to get men to help restrain" which was never going to help calm me. Since leaving StAndrews ive had a number of admissions to medical, not once have I needed restraining and instead theyve helped me talk through issues and process things in a way that doesn't harm me.
I have come sooooo far! My family, friends, church, medics may not have specific training, but through showing me they are people who I can trust, and holding hope for my future things no longer seem so bleak.
Getting back into work after many years out, creating a therapeutic relationship and trust with medical team meaning I now work with staff to fight my illness, and now can accept help without the need for restraints and sections. Ive been on holidays abroad, something I hadnt been well enough to do for years.
I was given a bleak prognosis, made to think no one outside of StAndrews would be able to help me, but they were wrong. Seeing the photo which was taken on the last day of my time in StAndrews I can see a broken girl. Now I see a girl whos getting her life back step by step. I think neither me, nor my dad and sister knew what the future would turn out like post StAndrews, but looking at the photo of us on holiday last week compared to the one within StAndrews its clear we made the right choice fighting to get me out.
For those struggle... fight for what you believe in, dont allow others to silence you, and dont lose hope. Life can get better