Ward round

I was left me feeling even more at an unease with my environment and those responsible for my care. I went for my first ward round.

The psychiatrist who did the check in assessment was there. The first thing he asked me was “do you see faces of dead babies?”… I was starting to think these people needed locking up, not me!

I refused medication again but then the unit manager said there’s no point me being there if I don’t take medication. I felt bad. I reluctantly accepted to start on Sertraline.

When it came to giving me my first medication I was uncertain about it’s origins. I feared it could still be contaminated. I asked to see the box it came from. From then on every time I was given my medication they would have to show themselves taking the tablets out of the box and poured straight into the paper cup.