I finally just begged the crisis team worker to admit me since it was my third time in the ER in two days. I told him I knew I would probably be looking at spending a week in a really unpleasant ER setting but I just couldn’t manage on my own. Thankfully, he agreed. I’ve complained about this hospital in the past but this time I’m just overwhelmingly grateful to be getting help. One thing Dr. X taught me was not to be a snob, and to accept help from people who offer it. A piece of me wonders whether applying this advice to the staff at the group home might have saved me all this trouble but I’ll think more on that later. In the meantime, they’ve actually been really nice to me here. Last year I was here with a severe dissociative episode and it was an unusual circumstance that required specialized care and it was also my first time experiencing that so I didn’t know what it was or what I needed. This time I’m here with SI which is pretty cut and dry. So they’re familiar with that here and they’re able to help. And they just gave us Lorna Doone cookies for snack. I had no idea there were snacks here. It SUCKS that I had this setback and needed this level of care but given that it is what it is, I so appreciate getting the care that I need.