Look, I don’t want to cut out pictures from magazines and tell a group how it makes me feel. I don’t want to draw anything. I don’t want to pass around a rock and describe the sensation on my skin. Screw that.
I don’t want to be awakened at 8:00 am every morning and sit through group therapy and than afterwards have some nurse come in and make us lay on the floor while she plays water sounds. And then have us tense every part of my body and then relax it. It puts me to sleep but we’re not supposed to do that.
When I’m inside the ward all I want to do is play pool, eat and pace. It’s that simple.
When I open my own psyche ward that’s all it’s going to have. No nurses or doctors, just a pool table, food and long, straight hallways.
They know i like to pace so much at my psych ward that they actually got these little rubber tabs to replace shoelaces so that i can wear my Hokas when I’m in there! All the other patients are wearing either slippers or socks and I’m tearing around the ward in my Hokas! I love it that they give me this accommodation, they know I’m much calmer if i can pace constantly.
The problem is that most of the people who work in mental health settings seem to be extroverts and they assume everyone else wants to socialize like they do if they were healthy.
I painted stuff, made a spaceship with someone , did pottery. I was manic as heck and loved it
The lady that asked me to help her make the spaceship said i had interesting ideas, and she said she liked that i was talking to my paintbrushes and the paints like they were my buddies .
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