You deserve to be healthy, safe, loved, and very happy
21st August 2015
Today when my mom picked me up from the ECT treatment, she told me that last night my brother was beaten up and he had his backpack stolen. We went to see him in the ward; his face was bruised, his clothes bloody, and he cried inconsolably. It was hard for me, because I haven't seen my brother cry since he was a toddler.
Today I had another electro- convulsive treatment session. I got up early, put on my clothes, took my Dosett along and made it to the bus to Peijas hospital.
Once there, I don’t remember much of what happened; but when I came to, I was in a small room with other patients. I took my morning medicine and then my mother called me and told me that my brother is being treated in another ward because he was beaten up and had his backpack stolen.
We went to see him in the ward; his face was bruised, his clothes bloody and torn, and he was crying. I almost cried, too.
Me and mom walked to the train station and took a train to western Vantaa. I got off at Myyrmäki, and went home. I took my nutritional supplements, pottered around my home, and then travelled to Helsinki on a train. I visited the eco- market in Kamppi to buy a canister of laundry detergent, a packet of cotton swabs, a box of panty liners, a pump- action bottle of hand wash, a tube of fluoride- free toothpaste, and a toothbrush.
Once back home, I washed three loads of laundry.
It’s really frustrating that I have lost my memory due to the ECT.