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!