As I lay here, exhausted and sad but unable to sleep, I just feel angry. Angry over how I was treated when I was at the hospital. They thought I was violent when what I was, was scared and confused. I pulled the needle out of my arm because I was scared they were gonna keep drawing blood until I passed out. And thatโs all it took for them to start overwhelming me with men? And then I got scared of giving a urine sample because the cup mentioned the needle that was inside. I canโt remember if I opened the cup and looked at it. I think I did?
Iโm scared of needles ;-;
It just makes me wonder, why was it even like that? And the staff were catching onto the fact that if I was guided calmly rather than forced around, I would go and do what they wanted me to. Yet things still ended up how they did.
And now Iโm being malpracticed out of antidepressants I was told Iโd get a refill on. Iโm struggling so much more than I should be.
Sighโฆ at least thereโs still hope that therapy can yield good things. Iโm willing to keep trying. And my safety plan of watching The Lion Guard and turning to my base of operations (Discord) is helping as much as it can. My friend even coincidentally made a server with a few other autistic people in it, right as Iโve been feeling awful about mine and how it makes me struggle to understand social cues. Thatโs the nice thing about having made that base where I help people - they are now helping me without even realizing thatโs what they were doing.
Stuff like this is why I refuse to give up <3