On my first visit to the ER, I couldn’t bring myself to say I was considering suicide, even to a nurse or doctor. I talk freely about it now. I have realised that is the only way to get help and it reflects poorly on no one to feel like this. It is a symptom of the illness, not a character flaw in me. Someone who had brought a friend in for an od asked me why I was there. I said I want to kill myself. She was a bit taken aback at the frankness to start, but we had a great conversation about it.
On the bad side, another person who brought a friend in because of drugs was calling a relative for a ride home. After the call she reassured her friend by saying, “I told them you bumped your head at work. I don’t want anyone to think you are some psycho suicidal maniac.” How hurtful and insensitive can you be while sitting among patients with mental illness?
I learned about knitting on a round loom from another patient. He was using it to pass the time and as a distraction technique. He actually sold a hat to an orderly while waiting. It looks like something I would enjoy, it is on my list to try.
An eighteen year old and I had a conversation. After we had been talking for about a half hour she wanted to know if I would mind her asking me a personal question. I said no problem, and she asked why my voice was deep. I said because I am trans. She was totally taken aback. She said she wouldn’t have guessed. An unintentional compliment that made my week!!!