So since my first hospitalisation, three years ago, the only respite I've had from so-called aftercare is when I've managed to evade this care in the community person (who I've been forced to liaise with) for a couple of weeks. Even if I manage not to see them, they email me or try to call me. I get it, it's their job... but their job is to basically ask me how I am repeatedly, meet up with me, pressurise me to take medication I don't want and talk to me in a condescending manner if I express why their narrative isn't the whole story of these things that have happened in my life, traumas that they label mental health issues. I absolutely hate meeting them for coffee and it's done nothing to help me. I'm going to try to be discharged but I need to submit some paperwork for something so I need their help getting some medical evidence. It sucks to be in this position because I'm basically viewed as noncompliant which I guess also goes in my medical notes and they use it to say I'm not recovering well, or something.
They always start off with "so... how's your moooooood?"
They always start off with "so... how's your moooooood?"
