Posted by alexandra_k on April 5, 2014, at 16:31:39
In reply to Re: don't know what to do, posted by alexandra_k on April 5, 2014, at 16:07:16
they put the clinic on one of the main roads in one of the upmarket neighbourhoods. to be fair, i'm not sure whether it was there before it got all gentrified... but it is the main mental health clinic for the city center and the two affluent suburbs either side... and instead of locating it somewhere properly central in the city center it is on a central corner of one of the affluent suburbs.
it's great. during the day it's all stepford wife-y. lots of women (or guys - very 'it's cool to be gay' in that neighbourhood) in gym gear pushing prams... taking their kids to 'lets see how noisy we can make the public library ' no, sorry the 'leys institute' because 'public library' didn't sound poncy enough... and so..
and then ya got the homeless and / or mentally ill thrown in there, too. i wonder if you can spot who those people are? amongst the lululemon. or the botique bridal shops.
keeping it real, y'all.
enough to scare off the desperate housewives?
clearly. stigma. on their side. workin' it.
the receptionist is... old... or intellectually handicapped... or something. she's obviously trying / doing her best... which makes things hard... but she's pretty hopeless. she can't keep track of what's going on with people arriving and her letting the person they are here to see know that the person has arrived. she can't keep track of meetings that people are in or out of...
what happens is person arrives... person acts agitated (covertly threatening violence). person gets seen quickly. lots of bustle behind the scenes. Very Important Job they are doing seeing Very Sick / Disturbed people. Ambulence strategy... If you arrive... Are polite... Are patient... They won't even inform the person you are there to see them. You need to be all agigated... So they feel important. So you appear salient. There's a nice big sign on the door about how 'violence will not be tolerated'. Just to prime people to the thought of it as they make their way in... Security outside the entrance... That could even be linked up to the clinicians directly... Wouldn't be hard... Then receptionist is there solely to piss off people who aren't sick enough.
I remember this... Why it was so very rewarding to kick the doors in the hospital. The staff got a real kick out of it. I could tell. Something Happened. Registrar got called. Then he didn't really want to bother the P-Doc... What to do?? He ended up going with sectioning me... Because he coudlnt' let me leave at 2 in the morning. Not like that. Shortest section time was 24 hours... My whole aim was to not get summarily discharged 9am the following day. Brilliant. Win win. Why it was that that guy picked up the pool table and threw it that one day. The agitation... The people dead in side. Not talking about the patients.
It would wear you out. Having to work with such idiots all day... Who would / could be drawn to such a field?
The world is... Not a very nice place. Not a very nice place at all.
Looking after people... Properly...
Huh.
I fear that in time... I'm becoming only more averse to people. Exposure... Isn't helping. Since quitting smoking... SInce whatever all that stuff was that got me to the point where I quit... I... It does concern me a bit... I... There isn't really any person that I like particularly. There are people who are okay in some respects.. But overall... People repulse me. I repulse myself too, don't get me wrong. But I think I've stopped f*ck*ng over myself at least. Or if I act selfishly... I tend not to get hurt as a by-product...
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