Memories: Remembering Painful Events #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to my belated day 13 post in the #AtoZChallenge of random reflections. Today, I chose yet another prompt from the 397 journal writing prompts and ideas. It is “Memory” and the prompt is to share your most painful memory. That is really hard, as I have a lot ofpainful memories and also tend to dissociate when remembering painful events. So I’m just going to ramble.

The first memory that came to mind is that of the day I was admitted to the mental hospital. This was November 2, 2007. I’m pretty sure I shared the details of that day already though, but oh well. I had been planning on returning home from my parents’ city that day, but freaked out at the train station. The police were called and removed me. I wandered through the city for a few hours. The police were called several times and instead of speaking to me, they called the training home in that city, in which I’d been a resident before moving to another city. In the evening, I was close to the training home and a fellow client called me into her apartment. She said I could sleep at hers fo the night and we would find a solution the next morning. However, the staff came in and kicked me out. That was when I spiraled into full-blown crisis. I walked to the nearby bus stop. In my memory, the sun was shining brightly, but this isn’t possible, as it was 8PM in November. I phoned my support worker and the training home’s coordinator to let them know I was going to commit suicide. This was what led the bus driver to call the police, who took me to the police station and called the crisis service.

Another memory that came to mind happened 9 1/2 years later. It was the “exit meeting” I had with my psychologist in late April, 2017. I tried desperately to get her to see that I needed support once leaving the hospital after 9 1/2 years. She didn’t see my point. Apparently, it had all been my responsibility to make sure I get after care, as I supposedly didn’t want anything. Because it was thought back then that a simple phone call to the day activiities manager for the center I go to now, would sole everything, I was given a week’s extra time. As it turns out now, the day activities manager interpreted it as me only needing day activities at his center for a short while. This is backfiring now that I’m being kicked out of there.

Both of these are not the most painful memories I have. Those are childhood memories. However, I don’t want to trigger myself by sharing them.

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