Chapter thirty one - My Downwards Spiral

Chapter thirty one

My downwards spiral 🌀 just kept going downwards in Antelope House, I hated it.

The strange thing was, they wouldn't allow you to have your phone wire, yet they allowed you to have china mugs!

I used the china mugs to self harm lots and ended up having to go to A&E walk in centre weekly to get stitches..

Once I got the china tuck in wound I they had to open it more, just to get the bit of broken china mug out.

My mood just kept slipping though and so I started banging my head more and more. I would sit under my desk and constantly bng my head.

People tried to get me to do activities and come out of my room but I was having none of it.

My sister got me to do dot to adult dot drawings but I found it hard to focus on it.

The shower kept flooding too and it was a nightmare as it was supposed to stay in the wet room.

I had to put my clothes underneath the door to prevent the flooding.

I hated it and it wasn't just me that hated it, so did my parents.

I was there for nine long months and my parents made complaints until I got out.

I couldn't walk at first and they took my wherlchair away saying I could walk.

They left me with a zummaframe at first but then took that away, leaving me crawling.

Every time they saw me crawling they'd go "why are you crawling, you can walk"

I hated it.

Once I decided I wanted a hot drink so I leant against the side to grab it, in anyone's eyes, it looked like I was standing; I wasn't.

I wish they could've thought about me and not just assumed that I could walk, it affected me quite badly because I COULDN'T walk...

I was literally crawling for ages until I thought myself to walk again, this wasn't easy!