So, me and one of my best friends; Georgie, went to the Lake
District for a little three-day holiday and when talking about the trip – both
before it and during it(!) – the comment ‘it’s deserved’ was often used…
I don’t want this post to be too
heavy and intense, but I think it’s important that I put things into
perspective in terms of the concept of someone being deserving and my journey
with that mindset because my first real memory of thinking about someone being
deserving of something, was very obviously and probably understandably, when I
was fifteen and the abuse began in 2006.
From Day One of the abuse, I hated him. I hated him with an anger so hot and so powerful that I always worried I would end up punching him in the face – or worse! I believed he deserved pain – I mean, if he thought he had the right to hurt my body, why shouldn’t he feel that same pain?! Why should he be exempt from it? Why should he get away with hurting someone else and then suffer no consequences?!
At that age, I was so convinced that only I had the authority to hurt my body, and in a bid to test and prove that theory, I began self-harming. And then that turned into so much more… the pain I experienced as a result of my own hands felt relieving. Each piece of damage was like a small ‘achievement.’ Almost like a way to feel in control of what my body suffers. Well, that was on a ‘good day.’ On a bad day, that control – that pain – was a very well-deserved punishment/consequence. My abusers very regular assurances that my attitude and poor behaviour were the cause of the abuse and my deserving of pain as opposed to the result of the abuse and self-harm; began to mould my brain and smother it in this twisted, dangerous thought process.
I guess it shouldn’t really have
been a surprise when all of those thoughts and feelings escalated and – coupled
with the hallucinations – resulted in a handful of suicide attempts! I mean the
very first thing the auditory hallucinations said was ‘you’re useless, kill
yourself’ so how could I have ever thought that things would end up in any way
different to the way they have?!
I’d like to think of myself as not
someone who quits ‘easily’ – like, I feel that it takes something really
challenging for me to hold my hands up and say ‘ok, I’m done.’ Which is why it
wasn’t until after ten days of attempting to beat back the tirade of beliefs
and arguments around why I should kill myself, that I actually made my first
suicide attempt. And I did it because I felt broken. It felt as though I’d been
beaten back and driven into a corner where suicide was the only escape from the
hallucinations and all of their scary, hurtful words. And the idea of actually
escaping them – of having a time where they weren’t there – felt like a relief.
Even if that time would only come because I had killed myself. It would be a
Over the following four or five
years, I made three more suicide attempts… but it felt as though something
changed in the final two attempts. After making the first two attempts as a
direct result of the commands of the auditory hallucinations, and the thoughts
and feelings they had caused me to experience, I started to see things in a
different light… I seemed to have stumbled on the outlook that me deserving to
die shouldn’t be about a relief, it should be about a punishment.
I think that this change in
mindset and what it meant, was really illustrated in the pure fact that for
each of those suicide attempts, I actually ended up on life support and in
intensive care. It all kind of feels like, the fact my health deteriorated and
reached that point, is more evidence of just how suicidal I was… and maybe
that’s right and maybe that’s wrong, but that’s how it feels to me.
One of the many things the
self-harm and suicide attempts have in common, was the impact they had on my
thoughts around how deserving I was of all the help I received in some of those
instances. I say ‘some’ because there were also a fair few too many occasions
where my efforts of self-harm or to speak to someone when I felt suicidal,
didn’t result in any beneficial or effective help and support.
After my first suicide attempt, I
was sectioned and that meant that upon my eventual discharge from the
psychiatric hospital, I had to be under the care of professionals in a
community mental health team. So, I was literally straight into the system and
having turned 18 just months before, I was immediately referred to the adult
team and that often meant seeing a lot of very poorly adults who were so much
older than me. Whilst, to a degree, it meant there were things in common, it
also robbed me of a lot of hope. I mean, why would I imagine myself recovering
when I was surrounded by people in their thirties and forties who had been
poorly for such a huge portion of their life?! Why would I be any different? And
not believing in hope – being unable to imagine a future and a recovery; just
added to my thoughts that I didn’t deserve even just the time of those
professionals; let alone their actual efforts to help me!
As the years went by, seeing
others struggling in psychiatric hospitals also led me to the belief that I
wasn’t poorly ‘enough’ to deserve help and support. I saw all these other
people crying, having panic attacks, talking to their hallucinations, staring
blankly at the floor, self-harming in ways which were honestly sickening… and I
looked at myself and thought that it was actually wrong for me to be taking up
a bed in a psychiatric hospital where there were others in greater need of it.
And so, feeling undeserving of the help led me to become uncooperative with
psychiatric medication, reluctant to follow recommendations and advice from
professionals, and refusing to adhere to treatment plans.
I guess that this may cross over with the previous part about deserving help and support because a large means to getting that help, is by coming to the attention of psychiatric professionals and mental health services.
After a year or so of having those
professionals be concerned and extreme in their measures to help me (I’m
particularly thinking of the instance where they had me sectioned in my Mum’s
home and had six Police carry me from it and being sedated with ketamine when I
was deemed not to have the capacity to refuse treatment for a suicide
attempt!), I went through almost one year of the exact opposite!
To be honest, I don’t know where it came from; but for some reason their attitudes switched, and I was branded an ‘attention-seeker’ and mostly deemed to either be being dramatic about a situation or just labelled as outright lying about it! I was very rarely shown kindness or care, it became mostly about rude, spiteful comments and decisions which largely robbed a lot of any strength I had to fight the hallucinations and to stop self-harming and to not make another suicide attempt. I figured, if the people who were meant to help me thought me unworthy of their time and attention, then why should I even help myself? Why fight against it when I felt almost (my Mum has always been by my side) completely abandoned, forgotten, and disregarded?
All of this uncertainty in my
treatment and the way professionals responded to me – particularly in a mental
health crisis – left me reluctant to show any sort of respect or appreciation
(even for those few lovely staff!) to the services on a whole.
I believe that – rightly or
wrongly – just one professional from a particular career group can leave you
with a general impression and attitude to all the others from that group. Like,
if one Officer of my local Police force was to ask me “why do you like
attention so much?” (yes, that was an actual question a Police Officer asked
me!) it would shape my thoughts on the entire force and leave me making a lot
of assumptions every time I met a different Officer. I would assume that they
held the exact same attitude around mental illness and around me in particular.
Looking back – from the point I’m at in my mental health recovery – I can see that to treat the entire profession based on the actions of one person is unfair. However, I can also appreciate that it should be understandable if it does happen because ultimately, when a Police Officer (for example) puts on their uniform and adopts their job title and their role in the world, they are actually representing everyone else in their profession. And maybe that seems like a lot of pressure, but perhaps if a person isn’t willing to consider their colleagues actions towards others actually impact them too, they aren’t ready for their job…?
Beyond all of the stigma, ignorance and basic result of a lack of education which led to these professionals’ horrible responses to me in my crises, there comes the matter of respect. There’s that really old saying about how to be shown respect, you should earn it; and I wholeheartedly agree! There comes a point where you should realise that you need to treat others the way you’d like to be treat yourself. And I think that comes up a lot in mental health crises. I mean, I’m sure there’s a lot of professionals out there who have said some things to me which they wouldn’t appreciate having said to them if they were ever in a similar situation. And the point is, they could be. With mental health affecting 1 in every 4 people in the UK, there is every possibility that you could treat a person with a mental illness, go on to develop the same difficulties, and find yourself being subjected to the exact same treatment!
success and happiness…
With I’m NOT Disordered due to
reach one million readers in the next few months, I’m very obviously at a point
in my life and in my blogging career where I’m questioning just how deserving I
am of this achievement in particular.
The largest argument I think I have
around this is how hard I work on my blog. It’s not like I rarely publish content…
I write posts, I do collaborations, I attend events… I’m usually not one to
blow their own trumpet but I feel like it’s safe to say that for the eight
years of my blogging career, I have worked by butt off!
I mean, you see a lot of people
who have so many misconceptions around blogging and they create a blog and put
little thought or effort into their content, and yet they expect to be handed
opportunities on a silver platter! As though that’s the norm. As though all the
bloggers who are handed opportunities didn’t work hard to get to that point.
Like, as soon as you’re labelled a ‘blogger’ you are automatically gifted products
and offered PR stays in hotels!
The other way I look at this point
is in considering all of the years my mind suffered, and all of the times I put
my body through hell… Like, maybe doing all of that and that happening,
warrants my mind and body going through some good years. Some successes. And
some positive challenges. But don’t get me wrong, I am actually so grateful for
all those years of hurt and upset because they have put me where I am today.
And helped make me into who I am now. I mean, if I’d never been poorly – if I’d
never struggled with my mental health – I wouldn’t be able to blog about it – I
probably wouldn’t have even created a blog! And life without I’m NOT Disordered?
I can’t imagine it.
Finally, I have no doubt in my mind
that the person who started all of this – the man who abused me – would second
guess any achievements or happiness he has in his life. I highly doubt that for
one minute he would question whether he deserved it. And if he doesn’t; why the
hell should I?!
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