Saddest time ever. But we keep telling ourselves it’s a necessary stage to help LB. He’s been sectioned now. Twice since yesterday evening. And was restrained in the night. On the plus side, we can visit between 10am – 8pm and it’s close. It’s easy to pop in for 10 minutes and the open door policy gives some confidence in how the staff are treating the patients.
It’s a building rather than a ‘ward’, designed in a circular shape so you can walk down the bedroom corridor, into the dining room through to the lounge and quiet room and round to the front door. Spacious, clinical, warm and clean. The staff don’t wear uniform and it wasn’t that clear at first who was staff and who was patient. Kind of hilarious.
The other four patients are youngish. We hung out in the lounge last night, waiting to get the OK to be there (after a bit of a mix up about ‘beds’). “Do you like fishing?” Rich asked one guy who was watching some fishing programme on the big TV. “Yeah, love it. I caught five fish!” “Cool! What kind of fish?” asked Rich. “Normal fish”, he said, cheerfully. Jenny* sat quietly chatting to herself about her trip to Londis the next day. She ignored LB when he asked her what she’d ‘got’.
Today our visits were about setting LB up with home comforts. I took in the rest of the coffee cake with a mobile DVD player and his Eddie Stobart box sets. He was pretty agitated when I got there and had a right old tough nut character watching his every move from his bedroom door. Tough Nut took me to the kitchen to get a knife to cut the cake. “They always find the first couple of days hard,” he said, kindly. LB ate the cake. His first food since he’d got there.
The second visit, with my newly appointed (she doesn’t know it yet) advocate Fran, was to drop off some more DVDs and money to buy snacks. He was calmer but sad. He wants to come home. He wants to go to Trax.
The third visit with Rich was about pimping his room. A poster of the London Underground and Beatles album covers. He was asleep mostly, endured a bit of a cuddle and asked for Series 2 to be put on his DVD player. He hadn’t touched his dinner.
So. A long day. And here’s to the Coffee Cake Fairy working a bit of magic. LB needs it.
HI Sara just read the blog had a tear please give him a cuddle from me its heartbreaking but it is the best for him will come and see you soon love suexx love to Rich alsox
Thanks Sue, I will. Love him.. xxx
Shit. So sorry. Hope at least this will trigger some real support. Hugs. Susan.
Thinking of you and Lb it will get better there is light at the end of these tunnels and there will be rainbows and laughter again amongst the cudddles and hugs.If you look at it as a train stuck in a tunnel it takes love, therapy,time and sometimes medication to get everything moving back on track again, it will all move smoothly again. My wish for you Rich and your family is good friends strength and humour, love courage at this difficult phase.
Hi Sara, I am sorry too. I experienced this with my brother two years ago, and I just felt very helpless. On the positive side, it helped shaped his future, and finally get the support he needed. Thoughts are with you all. Kirsten
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