BPD: Why wont you admit me to hospital when I feel suicidal?

Associate Professor Sathya Rao, Executive Clinical Director of Spectrum, talks about circumstances when hospital admission is not appropriate for people living with BPD.

[-Yoda-]

It's absolutely amazing. One can live an extremely hard life. Neglect, long term homelessness, hard labour, extreme medical conditions and disease, and grow quiet BPD. After an extremely long time you are finally diagnosed. And have answers to how you constantly feel. Then ask for help. And the neglect from all aspects of our Australian medical system is incredible. No one wants to deal with you. And feeling like life's not worth living becomes more apparent!
Your local GP will ask you to leave because of the stigma. Psych triage will patronize you. The only words you hear are "help yourself". It's a wonderful thing to be blessed with. Trauma begins a new cycle. Neglect becomes normal now. What you once suffered. Has a new flavour. Any thought of your own path and future has now completely diminished. In the way this man, gently and politely explains. Our medical system is not going to support you. I'll just say it warmly and beautify. And it's justified delivered with a narcissist undermining demeanor. Just for us who suffer. And attempt to fix ourselves. Looking for inspiration. And to change our own personal perceptions of our thoughts. You are worthless in your perceived suffering!

[daynelawless]

I contacted Spectrum years ago for help and got no reply. This professor needs to wake up and do his job properly. Getting paid too much while people are dying.

[theconfusedphilosopher]

So hospitals have no hesitation to admit someone with a gunshot wound or whos having a heart attack but someone experiencing severe mental distress can be expected to be denied any type of treatment.

[JenniFlowerDigi]

So what helps? I went to the ED at my local hospital (not naming them) when I was suicidal and they wouldn’t admit me. I asked why and they couldn’t answer me. I then said, “So you’re willing to roll the dice?” and the doctor said, “It’s a calculated risk, but yes!”. I begged them. I’m now at my lowest and all I can think is that death, as final as it is, would be an ends to a mean.