The girl who spent 6 months in a psychiatric hospital. Me.

This is my own, true story about my 6 months in a psychiatric ward being treated for my suicide attempts, self harm, bulimia, anxiety, and PTSD

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18. Education and school visits.

So there was an education center on the hospital, and you only got to go down there if you were on phase 2.

The first time i walked down there, they showed me around, and assigned me to my teacher. There was 3 teachers, Clare, Martin, and Emma.

I had clare, she loved rats, she was over enthusiastic, and funny.

The work they set there was easy, it wasnt a challenge.

I liked it though, going down to education. Just getting out of the ward. Being trusted to walk to the main building.

We would start at 9, and i used to go down there with wet hair where i just had a shower, wearing my slippers, and some comfortable clothes. We would have a break from 10 till 10:30 and go back up to the ward at 11:15. We would have community meeting, which was basically where the patients, one of the teachers, and some of the staff would join together in the dining room. We discussed whatever problems we had.

On a Monday, and a Friday we would go out to the gym in the afternoons.

On Wednesday afternoons we would go to an activity center, doing rock climing, trampolining, water zorbing, pedal carts, and other things like that.

My first school visit.

So here's how it went.

I got the taxi from the hospital to my school, butterflys in my stomach, my teacher from the hospital came with me. Clare calmed me down.

When I got to school, I went to see my favourite teacher. I sat in her office. I said I needed the toilet.

I didnt. I went to the toilet. I had my tie around my neck. Pulling it tighter and tighter. I heard footsteps. My teacher. She shouted for me to get out, but i didnt repy. I couldnt come out the toilet. I wanted to be dead.

One of the lady's from pupil services took the door off the toilets. I was blue in the face.

They had put me in a wheelchair, as i felt weak and unable to move.

They pushed me to reception, where my teacher Clare was. She gasped as she hadnt seen me like this before.

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