On my first day in hospital I was restless and agitated. I was constantly pacing up and down and sleeping a little. I was in unfamiliar surroundings and would rarely join the other patients who sat in the lounge in front of the TV all day.
I was glad when my family finally visited, they brought delicious Bangladeshi food for me and I ate well for the first time in days.
They also bought me new clothes and chocolate and crisps. It was lovely to see familiar faces and I was sad when my family had to leave. My mum, brother and sister made the journey to come and visit me, I was very grateful. They would visit me regularly throughout my whole stay in hospital.
I didn’t really talk to any of the staff but I noticed they patrolled and checked on patients every hour. They would check on the patients day and night. At this time I was quite paranoid and felt that I was being instructed to do things.
Visited by a lawyer
Doors shutting loudly caused me psychological distress and made me anxious. I couldn’t relax even for a minute. I was visited by a lawyer I had contacted and we discussed my situation.
She was well spoken and listened to all my concerns and gave me advice on how to get taken off a section 2 and to get discharged as soon as possible.
At the time I thought spirits were talking to me using colours; I liked anything white and hated anything black. I eventually had a shower and put on my new clothes and felt better.
I had a small notepad in which I stored numbers of lawyers and my friends. I would note down little details in my pad about the ward and members of staff.
This period was one of the hardest times in my life, I was far from my family and going through a psychotic break and to top it all I was sectioned and detained.
“Over the years I have met a patient who was an ex- professor and someone who used to earn £28000 a week before becoming homeless.”
Most people have an idea of mental health facilities as dark and chaotic places full of unpredictable people.
The truth is that mental health wards are actually quite bright and cheerful and there are many amazing and inspirational staff and patients on such wards.
Over the years I have met a patient who was an ex- professor and someone who used to earn £28000 a week before becoming homeless.
The first time being hospitalised is a difficult time as the patient has to adapt to a new way of life. I have never lived away from home so staying at a hospital miles from home was extra difficult.
On my first day I noticed there was a certain smell on the ward but it was very clean. These observations are imprinted in my memory.
Share your experiences about the first time you were hospitalised or visited a relative or friend on a Psychiatric ward.