So, my husband is in a locked room and I'm waiting and waiting and waiting to find out what is going to happen next. I've met with the on site psychologist, cried, talked and cried again. I get sent back to some "special" waiting room and I'm all by myself until the psychologist comes back to find me. I think I was waiting for at least 2 hours and I still had not seen my husband since they took him back into the patient area.
Finally, I'm allowed to go and see him. Yep, it's a locked room with a single bed, no decorations, no cords, no outlets, and he is only wearing hospital pants. He is happy to see me and seems in a completely different frame of mind. He's happy... which completely throws me off. When we arrived, he was ready to get some help and thought he might need to stay at the hospital for a while. Now, it's like he just cut himself while cooking and since he's all bandaged up, it's time to leave. I don't know what to do because I've never been in this kind of situation before. Do I believe him that he's really ok, or do I believe the psychologist and request that he stay in the hospital (in a special psych area). How do I decide? Who can I tell without them judging me? I feel numb because I am so emotional because of the pregnancy and I don't know how much more I can take without completely breaking down.
In the end, we decide that we should go home. He should call his psychiatrist when we get home to discuss his options. And, he should make an emergency appointment with the psychiatrist to talk about his state of mind before, during and after his cutting. So, in the car we go... I drive home and we hardly talk. It's like it didn't happen because I don't want to bring it up again, and he doesn't want to talk about it either. How are we going to make it through this? Things will never be the same.
