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Hi everybody, my name’s (not) Mausolus. I’m here cus I think it’d do me some good to talk to people in a place where they don’t expect me to be ok. I… hate myself, I guess. Some part of me does. With a passion. I hate every part of me for varyingly valid reasons and I think it would be good to talk with you lot to help me get back on my feet again!
About me though: I like nerdy… uh… stuff (can you swear here?)like planes and space and history and stuff; swearing; the world and all it’s people (anthropology…. so nerd sh*t); and t*ts.
About me though: I like nerdy… uh… stuff (can you swear here?)like planes and space and history and stuff; swearing; the world and all it’s people (anthropology…. so nerd sh*t); and t*ts.
Mausolus
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Re: diagnosis (TW)
Her mum comes over to help Sia shower since she couldn't independently do it herself and to Sia's surprise, she wasn't mad at all.
March 2024
"Come, let me help you shower," Sia mum says, taking off her clothes in the bathroom. Sia, still confused, decides not to say anything in fear that someone may be holding back her words again about this whole situation. The warm water runs down her hair and face and Sia's mum starts scrubbing her hair with shampoo and later conditioner. Afterwards, she rinses her hair off and Sia proceeds to clean her body with body wash. Or rather, her mum does it for her because of her state of mind. After the shower was finished, Sia gets dressed into some fresh clothes and Sia's mum wheels her into the glass cubicle again. Her dad was in the room too. He must have waited for Sia to get back.
"Take a picture of me please," Sia says with a deadpan expression.
"Um, sure," Sia's dad says, taking a picture of her using his phone. Sia then sees the picture and notices how expressionless she looked. Like something was off. But she didn't notice it at the time.
Soon, Sia's mum would dry Sia's hair and Sia had lunch. She reluctantly ate after some encouragement from her parents and the food didn't taste that bad. But it was still hard to stomach because she felt like she didn't deserve it, but she ate nevertheless.
The staff decide to move Sia to the mental health room in the hospital and out of the A&E. Sia felt like it was a prison cell. There was no TV or any other entertainment. It was just a simple bathroom and bed. The lighting was moderate too so it felt like a horror film.
Sia lays down on the bed and looks around, ready to accept her fate. Her dad sat on the chair next to her.
"Isn't it dinner soon?" Sia asks her dad, smelling the hospital food from a mile away.
"I think so," Sia's dad says, "Do you want some food?" He asks.
Sia was about to say no when her stomach growled, "Yes..."
Sia's dad goes to get some food.
authors note: and yes i call it dinner
She waits for a moment before her dad comes back with sausages and potato wedges, "Here you go," For some reason, it felt as if her dad was glaring at her. Maybe he secretly hated her now because she was a criminal.
"Thanks," Sia says before starting to eat. Unlike the lunch she had earlier, the hospital food tasted stale and after a few bites she couldn't eat any more of it, "I'm not hungry anymore," She lies.
Sia's dad tries the meal himself and mutters to himself, "Who can eat this stuff?"
Suddenly, an important individual, likely the government or the police says, "We're right here," It was a voice, not a physical person. This startled Sia but she tried not to show any emotion. So she goes to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back," Sia says to her dad as she goes in.
10 minutes later, Sia was laying down on her bed waiting for something to happen when one of the healthcare professionals speak, "She's going to (Name of Ward)," The name of the ward immediately freaks her out because it reminds her of police sirens. Somehow, they were able to see her, "Why is she freaking out? The name of the ward is named after a flower," Which freaked her out even more. Were there cameras in this room!?
Sia and her dad get taken to the children's ward and fortunately for Sia she had her own cubicle because a lot of the other children didn't have their own rooms. She lays down onto the bed and Sia's dad sits down next to her bedside.
"Now, I have to go soon," Sia's dad says.
"That's fine," Sia replies.
March 2024
"Come, let me help you shower," Sia mum says, taking off her clothes in the bathroom. Sia, still confused, decides not to say anything in fear that someone may be holding back her words again about this whole situation. The warm water runs down her hair and face and Sia's mum starts scrubbing her hair with shampoo and later conditioner. Afterwards, she rinses her hair off and Sia proceeds to clean her body with body wash. Or rather, her mum does it for her because of her state of mind. After the shower was finished, Sia gets dressed into some fresh clothes and Sia's mum wheels her into the glass cubicle again. Her dad was in the room too. He must have waited for Sia to get back.
"Take a picture of me please," Sia says with a deadpan expression.
"Um, sure," Sia's dad says, taking a picture of her using his phone. Sia then sees the picture and notices how expressionless she looked. Like something was off. But she didn't notice it at the time.
Soon, Sia's mum would dry Sia's hair and Sia had lunch. She reluctantly ate after some encouragement from her parents and the food didn't taste that bad. But it was still hard to stomach because she felt like she didn't deserve it, but she ate nevertheless.
The staff decide to move Sia to the mental health room in the hospital and out of the A&E. Sia felt like it was a prison cell. There was no TV or any other entertainment. It was just a simple bathroom and bed. The lighting was moderate too so it felt like a horror film.
Sia lays down on the bed and looks around, ready to accept her fate. Her dad sat on the chair next to her.
"Isn't it dinner soon?" Sia asks her dad, smelling the hospital food from a mile away.
"I think so," Sia's dad says, "Do you want some food?" He asks.
Sia was about to say no when her stomach growled, "Yes..."
Sia's dad goes to get some food.
authors note: and yes i call it dinner
She waits for a moment before her dad comes back with sausages and potato wedges, "Here you go," For some reason, it felt as if her dad was glaring at her. Maybe he secretly hated her now because she was a criminal.
"Thanks," Sia says before starting to eat. Unlike the lunch she had earlier, the hospital food tasted stale and after a few bites she couldn't eat any more of it, "I'm not hungry anymore," She lies.
Sia's dad tries the meal himself and mutters to himself, "Who can eat this stuff?"
Suddenly, an important individual, likely the government or the police says, "We're right here," It was a voice, not a physical person. This startled Sia but she tried not to show any emotion. So she goes to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back," Sia says to her dad as she goes in.
10 minutes later, Sia was laying down on her bed waiting for something to happen when one of the healthcare professionals speak, "She's going to (Name of Ward)," The name of the ward immediately freaks her out because it reminds her of police sirens. Somehow, they were able to see her, "Why is she freaking out? The name of the ward is named after a flower," Which freaked her out even more. Were there cameras in this room!?
Sia and her dad get taken to the children's ward and fortunately for Sia she had her own cubicle because a lot of the other children didn't have their own rooms. She lays down onto the bed and Sia's dad sits down next to her bedside.
"Now, I have to go soon," Sia's dad says.
"That's fine," Sia replies.
Re: i got triggered by my own writing
thank you @Rose113 i did take care of myself and i took a small break from writing afterwards
Re: A&E; it wasnt so bad as i thought
@Amy22 yeah. luckily my psychotic symptoms have gone for the most part thanks to counselling and medication. ill definitely be writing more parts in the future for the diagnosis series as i feel as if i need to share my story using a fictionalised character. and i want to as well.