The nicest thing my partner did for me was during the second time I had psychosis, he took me to the hospital and stayed there throughout the night in the waiting room. I had to stay 2 nights/3 days and he stayed there with me all the time. I will never forget that! He even bought me several snacks.
Before we actually started dating and I was just renting a room from her, my girlfriend bought me a box of breakfast sandwiches when I had run out of money/food near the end of the month.
A little later, when I asked her to take me to the hospital, she drove me to the ETS and accompanied me in. When the guy that used to be the main guy to restrain me on other occasions started acting hostile in the waiting room, she was there with me and he had to refrain from acting too mean after he told her that he knew who I was. When one of the psychiatrists told her that he would make sure I would be sent far away, she told him that he would not and that I was leaving with her. I went to a more friendly hospital after she picked up my mom. No one had ever accompanied me to an assessment or to a psychiatric ER, so I was very grateful. Both of them stayed with me until I was taken to the unit.
Over the years, she has been so generous and kind that I’m forever in debt to her. Even when I acted horribly, she has always forgiven me and has never given up on me. We’ve been together for 15-16 years and I hope we will be together until the end.
My partner was there before I got sick. My parents were sometimes poor providers so she would buy me food. She paid for the bus trips back and forth from my college. Then when I first started having noticeable symptoms she got me help and visited me everyday during my hospital stays.
My husband (new boyfriend at the time) was there for me during my first psychotic break. It lasted years. He didn’t know what was wrong with me, maybe just thought I was nuts. But he stuck it threw. When I did get diagnosed he took a week off of work to watch our daughter whole I adjusted to meds and tried to come to terms with the fresh diagnosis. I will never forget that.
I didn’t know what to say, he’s done so much for me. So I asked him the question and without even thinking he answered “loved me”. Isn’t he sweet?
I was dating mr. Star for about six months when I got hit on the head. He immediately stepped up, driving me to doctor appointments, practicing my brain exercises with me, and eventually letting me move in with him when I ran out of money.
He has been there for me. He held a tub for me to vomit in one time when I OD’d on pills and had to drink a charcoal shake in the ER. He took my knives away when I started using them to cut myself. He visited me constantly when I was in the hospital for blood clots and virtually wrapped me in bubble wrap when I came home. He cared for me after my back and knee surgeries. He never complains that I keep him up all night or all day when he’s on the night shift and I can’t bear to leave his side. He holds me when I cry because I’m so tired of all of this and just want to be normal.