I’m back at work and to be honest returning wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I’m on reduced hours for a couple of weeks which is making things easier and I’m lucky enough to work with a very supportive team. Which also makes things easier.
Hiding my mental health issues isn’t something I have to worry about. And I’m very aware of how lucky I am with that. Others aren’t so lucky and face discrimination from their colleagues and management. My manager may have difficulties in ‘getting’ mental health issues but he’s supportive and willing to make any changes as they are needed.
But I do face discrimination and stigma in accessing support within the local mental health team.
I trundled up to an appointment with my psychiatrist today and we ended up agreeing that I don’t really fit in anywhere.
I’m not unwell enough to need full on support from the Community Mental Health Team with a need for a Community Psychiatric Nurse, with Care Plan Approaches and the like.
But the local low to moderate team won’t take me on board simply because of my diagnosis.
They have a blanket no Borderline Personality Disorder policy.
We’re too difficult.
We’re too manipulative.
We’re too unstable.
We never get better and learn to manage our symptoms.
We’re just not worth the hassle.
But that’s not true.
In both my personal and (ex) professional opinion.
Many moons ago I was told I was high functioning BPD. That yes I had difficulties but that I had learnt enough skills and managed at a level where holding down a job wasn’t an issue, that parenting, partners and relationships were all stable, that self-harming behaviours were none to minimal. And that’s still the case.
So I’m at a bit of a loss as to why I am restricted from accessing services that could help me get over this blip.
I struggle to think of other health areas where people with a specific diagnosis are told they are too hard to treat so they just can’t come in. But I suspect that a discrimination rant is a post for another day.
The question is where does it leave me now.
Medication. Which is absolutely fine and a very good safety net for me at the moment.
A supportive psychiatrist.
An ok-ish GP (I’ve certainly had a hell of a lot worse).
Two of the best friends a girl could ask for and who I can tell anything to.
A supportive husband.
Family who don’t judge me.
Colleagues who are prepared to cut me some slack when I need it.
A whole range of coping techniques learnt over the years.
And a stubborn determination to ride the wave and settle down in calmer waters soon.
I’d like to think that was enough for now.