Suicide Watch Time

Photo of man's wristwatch, held up as to read the time. Instead of hands, the face of the watch shows two words: SUICIDE WATCH — Years on Suicide Watch is a Long Time

I was neuro-divergent before there was a word for it. Well, the word might have been weird, quirky, whatever. Everything was extreme for me, from exuberance to disconsolation.

Suicidal ideation possessed me relentlessly through years of despondency, destitution, PTSD, exhaustion, grief and chronic pain. I tend to catastrophize when in persistent overwhelm. Events culminated with several police and psych-ward interventions in the last few years of mom care.

So, I have many stories about what it’s like to live day-to-day with such a mindset. Over the next few months, I will collect them on this page. (This storyline was just started September 2023)

Art Piece Depicting States of Mind

This illustration was taken from my journal entry for November 27, 2020. On that day, I photographed the river-rock wall of Pacific Market, right around the corner, and used the visuals to illustrate how depression has degrees.

Rock
Wall

River rock veneer building wall painted yellow

Healthy
Mood

Section of river-rock wall, stones all nicely sunning themselves on the surface

Depressed
Mood

Section of river-rock wall, stones have sunk beneath the mortar, as if in quicksand

Suicidal
Mood

Section of river-rock wall, faded color, one stone ripped away, leaving hole in mortar

On that same journal entry, I followed up the rock wall photos with this subtext:

Over these last years, I have resided largely in the depressed or suicidal regions, all too rarely in the healthier frames of mind. I couldn’t tell anyone, ANYONE, how bleakly I truly felt. If I had, I feared it would result in my being medically incarcerated against my will. I couldn’t let that happen, I wouldn’t be able to take care of mom.

There were some close calls, here is an email from a year earlier where I describe an impromptu psyche evaluation when I had my yearly physical. I deftly eluded an involuntary psychiatric hold.

email message from Ned

Sent: September 28, 2019

Dear ———,

Kaiser has been nagging me to go in and get checked by my doctor, so I went Monday, and they kept me there for a few hours. My medical examination went pretty well. Other than my blood pressure and glucose being a little bit high, I’m in very good health … physically.

Emotionally, well, they had a mental health crew come and check me out. That’s because the intake nurse and I both ended up crying when I was telling her how hard it has been with Mom. However, my emotionally distraught state triggered a mental-health evaluation and a several page questionnaire, with, on a zero to three scale, questions like, Suicidal Thoughts, feelings of worthlessness, sleep disruption, propensity for self-harm, etc.

I told them, “I’m not filling that thing out, on every one of these, I’m off the scale, I’m at five and I have been for months. That’s just the way it is, Doc, I deal with it because I got to take care of Mom.”

Well, that commentary had them bring in more psyche staff for interviews and evaluations and, long story short, at the end, they all agreed, “How you have managed with all the stressors you have had, you’re amazing!” My doctor said, “Well, you know, we have meds and treatments and counseling all available to help you.”

Nah, I said, I know I’m broken and I know I have a lot of recovery and healing in front of me. I just can’t spare the time to do that now. I declined the vaccinations too. You know what, they let me go. I looked in their eyes, I was calm and cogent, but decidedly emphatic. I have been through a heartbreaking hell and I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it for them. I wasn’t going to let them take me either.

Stories in this storyline:

Autoblogography.me – Original Daily Blog

Nov-26-2020 Ned Buratovich

Seven days of reflective journaling from the week I buried mom. Originally posted at my Autoblogography.me site, now archived on this page at NedBuratovich.com.

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