Hi. I’m a bit lost. I’m not even sure what to say.
I’m Ami. I’m 42. I don’t even know... Maybe if I start...
I used to be a lot more...never optimistic but trying to be a realist used to feel better.
I’ve always had problems and when I was 15, after my mum died, I developed Schizophrenia. I was diagnosed at 18 and once I got on the right medication, it was usually easy to keep under control. Over time I’d have to deal with ever increasing social anxieties. There was also a suspicion of ASD raised in the last year or two, although they stopped pursuing it. I remember doing a test, QT50 I think they called it and then nothing after. Apparently I asked them to drop it but it was news to me. There’s also, at the same time, been raised a separate need for psychological help but again, I supposedly asked them to drop it.
I’m feeling so lost now though.
I’ve never been the popular person and I’ve always been happy with that. But I was taught in my late teens to depend on others; that I couldn’t depend on myself and it didn’t take long to realise that my health workers were the only ones I could depend on. But even that ended in 2004, as hard as it was to accept it. From 2005, my care was nothing more than diary keeping. I told my doctor once that I really wished I could end it all and he just smiled and told me to come back when I was feeling better. My daughter was to be my only source of strength in that time, until I lost her. The court case for access was quite possibly the only time I was able to willingly push myself into a conflict of more than a part of a day but that was how much she meant to me. Contact with her was a vague cycle of one to three hours every two or three weeks until the other one next broke the court order. Time with her would make me feel invulnerable but the longer we were separate, the more I wore down. The case ended, according to my solicitor, with a win but even as she said it, I knew a court order that was dependant on the other person’s permission wasn’t a win.
The next town I lived in, from 2010, the doctors got worse. I can’t even say how but when I moved to where I am now, it looked as though this town was better, maybe closer to pre-2005. But it didn’t last and I’ve had to split from the NHS entirely because I can’t cope with it anymore. I saw them getting worse, I realised I wasn’t a person to them, and it scared me because I don’t want a repeat of my last town. Thing is, it’s meant I’ve got no one at all now. I’m having to try and sort my medicines through alternative means and...
I think I’m kind of lucky in that the local area is...I can still walk around there as long as I’m confident I don’t have to deal with anyone. I can still enjoy a coffee in Costa as long as there’s no risk of someone wanting to share a table. I can even talk a little with the staff while I’m waiting. I know that, with no doctors, I’m going to fail the next DWP assessment, and ready or not, Costa makes the most sense as a possible way to carry on, although it’s terrifying too. But as far as being in one location away from home, I think Costa is the closest I have to a chance of coping. I certainly don’t have any prospects in the rest of the town. It makes me panicky to think of going out of my local area. Even in my local area, I get scared of talking to people. I couldn’t entertain the idea of friendships. I keep a Facebook but only because of 3rd party logins. It’s good for stress relief though and I can hide everything I write. I’m okay on another site. I sometimes write articles and I can respond and I feel a lot safer because no more than 3 articles/responses a day means I can’t get drawn in to conversations I end up regretting.
But my housing officer doesn’t like it. She’s constantly telling me she wants me to join local clubs, despite how often I’ve felt alienated in them. She’s happy I’m thinking of work but she wants me to do yet another program first that’ll take years I don’t have to make sure I’m ready.
And yeah.
I’m going to stop here because... I’m sorry.