It takes an hour or so for the person to get there, so I gave my T a call to see get an idea if he thought going to a psychiatric hospital would be helpful. I did reach him, but he didn't really give me much in the way of guidance. He did, at least, think it was good that I was taking care of myself by going to the ER in the first place.
I've been admitted twice before for suicidal ideation. (Years ago) The first time was nearly traumatizing because I was so scared, they wouldn't listen to me, and wouldn't tell me when they'd let me go home. (I was supposed to be there for overnight observation.) The second time I found more helpful. I got a few days to chill out without any temptations of hurting myself. Unfortunately, my family freaked out, my mom flew up and her and my husband were all over me the entire time I was in there. My mom and husband also had some words which neither one of them will let go of and so they won't talk to each other anymore.
I'm not sure what being hospitalized would have done for me this time. A couple of days of being safe from myself. I don't think I'd want them messing with my meds, since I have someone who knows me and my history better then they would. More time to talk and work on whats got me on such a downhill course. Ultimately, though, I have to stop cutting. There will always be things around that I can use. I guess I just didn't see how a couple of days away would ultimately make a difference.
So, I let them know I wanted to be discharged. I wasn't suicidal and they confirmed that with my husband. (I went to the hospital without his knowledge and asked them not to call him so I am not pleased that they did.)
I called up my T again to let him know. Maybe I was reading things into his tone of voice that weren't there, but it seemed like he would rather I have stayed. So, we'll be working with my psychiatric nurse on meds and find an adjunctive program, such as DBT (Dialectical behavioral therapy)
I just don't know. I'm feeling pretty down, worn out and beat up today.
As if my arm didn't hurt enough, they gave me a tetnus shot. I think my left arm is going to file a restraining order against me pretty soon!