I felt this stigma throughout my stay. Perhaps it wasn’t always intentional, but more so a case of staff not knowing what to say to me or how to act around me.
After all, I could get up, wash myself, feed myself, I wasn’t in any physical pain. I felt out of place on the ward, and selfish for taking up a bed.But there were times when I felt I had been pushed to one side for this reason.
I didn’t have a pillow for the whole time I was in hospital, and when I eventually built up the courage to ask for one, a nurse said there weren’t any, and brought me a pillowcase filled with scrubs.There was also a case when the drip in my arm had been left in a lot longer than necessary – it had cut my skin and started to bleed.