MEDICAL OPINION COMPLIMENT SLIP

LETTER FROM HEATH HOUSE HOSPITAL dated June 1999

         I was admitted to a Private Psychiatric Hospital in Bristol at 9.00am Friday 12th June 1998 and immediately placed on heavy medication and 5 minute observations.

        Their opinion I was a “High Risk Suicide My room was en-suite but no locks and also my own TV. I had to put my shaving gear with the nurses and was watched every time I shaved. When I asked what was wrong with me they said I was a high risk suicide. Wow …… nobody before had ever gave me ANY indication I was THAT bad, or told me face to face. I was growing increasingly concern about my practice and was reassured that they had been told that ALL WOULD BE DONE FOR ME sd I had been told..

        I was made to eat 3 meals a day. 2 course breakfast and 3 course lunch and dinner. We had tea, coffee and toast and stuff available 24 hours a day. We had “fitness” classes where we touched our toes and other "exercises" and were allowed on an exercise bike for 5 minutes a day. Prior to my hospitalisation I had been swimming in the local baths, before work, 3-4 days a week and every Sunday. So I put on a lot of weight. 12.5 stone to 14 stone in under 6 weeks.

        I soon received a telephone call from my Receptionist that no-one had been to the Practice but I can’t remember what I told her. I heard no more from her and I was forbidden to make an out-going telephone call myself. So now ANOTHER NEW worry had started. My Bank Manager’s superior had wanted to close me down but was prepared to trust the manager’s faith in me. However I had to be in touch every week but now he could get his way …….possibly. I desperately asked for details of what was being done and was told they did not know but had been reassured by the Health Authority that ALL was being done. However I STILL wanted to know details but I received none.

        AT the 1st, and only anger management class I volunteered to talk about my anger first. I had just received that telephone call from my receptionist so was very worried about my career. I kept being interrupted by one patient as I spoke so I told her to “shut up and let me finish”. The Counsellor then threw me out of the class FOR BEING TOO ANGRY.
        I was sent home one weekend, I had to call the AA to start my car as the battery was flat. I sped home, doing 100+, and arrived at my empty house looking just the same as the day I left it a few weeks earlier. All the food had gone off and a milk container was “vibrating” and swollen fit to burst on the kitchen table.. I had to be back by Sunday evening but I went shopping for food and got my first taste of the insults from disgruntled patients when one called me a C**T and a few other things at the Tesco’s checkout. My head was in turmoil, I couldn’t sleep, I cried a lot and really didn’t want to be on this planet. The staff  told me again and again that I had nothing to worry about all was OK as the "Health Authority" said my practice was "being looked after". BUT I WANTED TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT and what the hell was I going back to?
                Then I was released with weekly outpatient appointments, 90 miles from my home. same old stuff…relaxation and some sessions I did not understand and so switched off. I asked who had paid for my stay, they implied the Health Authority and I still don’t know. I didn't have time to evoke the sickness insurances I had diligently paid for since 1975..

The Consultant wrote a letter proving that EVEN she didn’t know I was to be retired in 1998 when I was retired the VERY day I was admitted........ MORE

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