We took ex-Service User to the hospital for his check-up X rays. Being positive here, I can honestly say that his capacity to sit in the waiting rooms is so much better than it was. Just a couple of forays into the subject uppermost in his mind -about being a psychopath, having committed lots of crimes and how he will be tortured forever - headed off at the pass by feeding him nuts...., He left with a discharge - sometimes that is a good word - so he is healed sufficiently, his fractured bones are mending. We headed into town for a celebratory meal...only it didn't feel that way, because within minutes of the orders being taken, ex-Service User is beginning the panic monologue again. I had been revising Solutions Focused technique, a central tenant of which is: who cares about reality (don't get caught up in he content) just look for stuff that works! So I was fairly centered and able not to get caught up in the mad spinning, but on the other hand, having to spe...
Having returned from the roundhouse...and this photo is through the door into the meadow - the meadow where the wild deer would graze each morning as the sun began to rise... Having returned we feel a lot stronger and more able to avoid getting caught up in the whirlpools of Service User's 'I should haves'. The hardest part of returning is this, there is no one who can tell us what to expect or what to do. The only theory we have, underpinning what happened to Service User is that prolonged 'anxiety' damages the hippocampus. And, in theory, the hippocampus can recover if anxiety diminishes. Studies are described to show that chronic stress or prolonged exposure to glucocorticoids can compromise the hippocampus by producing dendritic retraction, a reversible form of plasticity that includes dendritic restructuring without irreversible cell death. Conditions that produce dendritic retraction are hypothesized to make the hippocampus vulnerable to neurotoxic o...
We managed to get beyond the barriers and park the car, by phoning and getting someone to swipe the keypad and let us in. So I was apprehensive about how we would get out! We arrived in time, and got to sit for about 40 minutes...waiting. I realized i felt that watching the people in the outside area is the only safe way to look at the people locked up here. Eye contact or any contact prevented by the doors and windows..I noticed how the back wall was covered in an out of focus image of a field of sunflowers. Poor Van Gogh. Then suddenly we were called into the meeting. 5 people..a nurse, someone from the home visit team, a social worker, the psychiatrist and someone else.. The psychiatrist was definitely a character from a Tim Burton movie, exuberant and light on his feet... Nevertheless, this meeting was an ordeal. Service User proved that he has 'capacity' and we the parents made it clear that we felt betrayed by the hospital, and the psychiatrist who had seen him on the t...
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