Canada: Four Beds are Simply Not Enough!
I had to give up my apartment, find shelter
for my cat, and leave the little professional and social supports I had to in
order to receive treatment hours away from my home, my life.
Having struggled with both severe anxiety
and an eating disorder for over half my life; I don't know how I found the
courage to embark on such a journey to seek treatment.
After waiting six months to even hear if
the hospital got my referral, I was directed to attend a weekly group meeting
in order to prepare for the intensive three stage eating disorder program. This
meant I would have had to commute four hours by public transit or have my father
drive me part way. It was further recommended that I relocate to the city so I
would to be able to take part in the outpatient portion of the program which
was to be completed after two months of inpatient treatment.
A month before my admission I packed up my
apartment, left my 15-year old cat with a friend, and with a mixture of great
anticipation and anxiety, left the home I had lived in for seven years. I was
leaving the security of the comfortable turmoil I was accustomed to living, for
the possibility of a new positive and productive life.
Being ill for so many years I have never
really been able to live a “normal life” finish school or hold down a full time
job, thus having to be supported by living off of disability.
The financial burden associated with the
treatment program was high. I had to pay for housing and storage of my
possessions during the inpatient portion of the program and so I would have a
place to live during the intensive day treatment portion. This was also in
addition to the costs of transportation and the additional food costs that were
mandatory for the program.
The inpatient program was located inside
the psychiatric unit and had only four beds. Space is very limited. Outpatients
followed the same program but were able to leave after dinner. In total the
group of approximately 14 patients and two staff were literally squished around
two big tables at meal times. It was difficult to eat without bumping elbows.
Group rooms were located outside of the unit so we would be paraded out into
the mental health outpatient waiting room and down the hall several times a
day.
I am very grateful to have had the
opportunity; however, due to the narrow scope of the treatment modality, other
comorbid health concerns which could impact the success of treatment were not
adequately managed . Many people with eating disorders have other comorbid
mental health conditions, (e.g.: anxiety, depression, OCD, etc.…) myself
included.
If programs focus solely on eating disorder treatment and fail to
properly support the person as a whole, then this leads to greater chance of
relapse. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened to me, I started to slip
even before I left the program.
Three years later I am again looking for
treatment and am not pleased with the very limited options I have in Ontario.
It would be beneficial to have residential
treatment in Ontario that is publicly funded. A place conducive to repairing
the holistic health of each individual person. Just because we are diagnosed
with the same disorder does not mean we are carbon copies of each other.
This disorder affects a wide range of
Canadians. There is not enough help in our communities. Currently, people are
forced to put their lives on hold in order to receive treatment, waiting until
they are deemed sick enough, or not getting any help at all. We need to stop
ignoring eating disorders, closing our eyes, and letting someone else handle
it.
These are people who have so much to give
the world but are being held captive by the most powerful of forces--their own brains.
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