Being re-sectioned

So at a time when I was at home, I had to sleep with the light on.  There was one night, my wife had turned the light off.  But I needed the light on because I had these terrible night terrors, which were very frightening.  So she had turned the light off and I had a night terror, so I jumped up screaming.  She went to comfort me but I couldn’t see her.  I could only see my night terror.  I actually jumped on her and started to strangle her.  Fortunately for her, and fortunately for me, she threw me off, and locked herself in the front room downstairs.  But that left me with three children upstairs.  I am glad I never went near the kids.  All I got from that was re-sectioned, but had I been honest with her, and told her, what I was telling them.  She would have said ‘I don’t want him home just yet’.  That’s why I always think the confidentiality rule has got to be addressed.  Its far too one sided for services.

 So I was re-admitted, and there was one point where there was 39 patients and 29 beds.  So I couldn’t have a bed in the day.  So I used to sleep on a toilet floor.  I was sectioned but I could wander off the ward and no-one asked me where I had been or what I was doing and that was every day for 2 weeks.  There were no beds during the day.

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Being re-sectioned