False promises and a broken system
My abuser doesn't sleep in my bed. And they seldom call me. I ring them when I get upset, but they don't hold me. Neither do they hit me, but they belittle me, talk down to me, dictate to me and sedate me. They say they're here to help me, but they hurt me. They abuse my trust, they lie their sly; Do you know how many times they make me cry?
"Its me that you should come to when your blue" that's what they tell me to do. So I call and I wait, clutching between a disgusting reality or a self-inflicted ill-gotten fate, White knuckle ridding on the ring back tone... Considering the emphasis on how they care, I'm perplexed to hear the response: "I'll get them to call u back in 3 months". There always quick to give me a pill, in spite of me telling them it makes me ill. They lure me in with warmth and candor, and bastardize my words with libel slander. And when I ask to see what they wrote, watch has they stumble and stutter and choke. False promises of eternal waiting lists, to sit and discuss the impact of all this. And the worst thing about this assault on my self-esteem, is its inflicted by my mental health team.