Last night I got a crisis call for a family member who was suicidal. I was the only one available, so I took it.
Dealt with the local cops, then drove out there and got her to a hospital. Waited all night for the crisis team to arrive, and they still haven't seen her. She detoxed in the ER and wasn't seen by a provider except at the initial intake. About 2 hours ago we at least got moved to a locked psychiatric ER area rather than the regular unlocked and unregulated medical ER area. I did not feel she was watched/safe in the regular medical ER. She's finally safe and I can go home. Except now I worry because crisis still hasn't seen her and there are apparently no psych beds anywhere and I fear they're just going to release her.
I just got out of the underwear I've been wearing since Wednesday AM. I've "slept" on the floor of a hospital room and also across 2 regular chairs that I pushed together. I've had all of my personal belongings taken away with exception of the illegal rogue chapstick they didn't find in my shirt pocket. I was placed alongside my ward in a sensory deprivation room.
I'm exhausted, smelly and shocked at the state of our mental health care.