The past 2 days I have had to attend another training at work. Although I was upset that I had to sit through MORE training, I actually got some interesting things out of it. The training was called "Healing Today, Hope for Tomorrow." The focus is on reducing the number of restraints and seclusions used in psychiatric hospitals. ASH has come a long way in regards to this issue. It was mandated 2 years ago that patients were to no longer be forced into seclusions. And in regards to restraints, they are only used if a patient is harming themselves, others, or in immediate danger of these two things. The restraint techniques we are trained in are designed to only use a physical restraint after all other options are exausted and if done properly should not hurt the patient.
I personally have not had to perform a restraint yet on a patient, but I know that they are necessary in some cases. For instances, we there are certain patients that will unexpectedly begin hurting themselves. In these cases of violent self harm there is really no other way around it. However, I know that restraints are frequently used because a situation gets out of hand that could have easily been deescalated with some therapeutic redirection, listening, and talking. Diana Kern is an amazing lady who has a mental illness and who has started an advocacy program called "Expect Recovery." She frequently comes to the hospital and talks about her experiences with hospitalization and this is something she wrote about the benefits and necessity of restraint when used properly and only when needed.
Safety in Restraints
Diana Kern
April 2009
"Memories of my time spent in restraints in mental hospitals were not available to me for several years after my psychotic episodes. If I was fully present when I was “taken down”, I would have sunk to a level of insanity where I would have existed forever.
The peaceful Spirit in Diana had withdrawn from her truth and made way for a terror that was too painful to feel. The fault line had been drawn and I was sucked into the safety of the center of the earth where God starts.
When the noises and voices inside and outside of my head were deafening, I had no choice but to brutally bang my head to release the pain.
I was so lost in my brain and lost in the voices that teased me, I was unaware of my behavior. What was the hospital staff supposed to do? Ignore me? Walk past me while I banged my head on the tile floor? Walk past me when I scratched and cut and even burned my face and body?
They had no choice but to hold onto me and if that didn’t work, their only choice was to tie me down.
I know that there are only a few of us who have told our story—the raw truth of our story. For over a year, I have questioned why I write about it and why I talk about my restraint experiences.
The answer: I must write myself through my experiences.
However, it is much easier to write about my restraint (and seclusion) experiences than it is to talk out loud about it.
The answer as to why I even broach this subject is because I have learned it is my mission (one of them) to help others who are going through the uncontrollable symptoms as I went through in years past. I want their trauma to be healed. Helping others with a mental illness is an important part of my recovery.
It has taken years for me to reach a place of peace with my past. It has been a journey that I would soon rather forget, yet my past comes up through the work that I do to help others with mental illness, that is, a serious mental illness.
I am writing this today because I took Chester, my beautiful 105 lb. dog, to visit the patients. We visited the specialty services unit. Inside the unit, there were several persons in restraints in wheelchairs. And while it might look cruel and inhumane, these people need protection from themselves.
While we were there visiting the patients, I was fine. It made me feel so good that I was able to be there to share Chester with them. The cool part about Chester is that he is over 2 feet tall and people in wheelchairs (like the geriatric patients) don’t have to bend down to pet him. He is right there on their level!
Looking back to my time spent in mental hospitals, I know that it would have helped me, when I was in a restraint chair, to pet and love a dog. I know it would have calmed me down, especially since medications didn’t work back then.
When I got in my car to leave the hospital, I fell apart. I just begged God to explain to me why these patients are suffering. My compassion and understanding were so palpable that I imagined others could feel my heart pounding just as I did.
And what I realized today was that my restraint story has to be told; written so others can understand the ravages of the most serious of mental illnesses and break open this great secret that only a few know. It’s my way of mandating compassion; my contribution to share not only my truth, but the truth of a group who are mysteriously hidden and looked down upon.
We hear stories all the time about the treatment of people in third world countries; the suffering that millions go through for years or even their whole lives. But do we ever hear about a person in a mental hospital who is suffering no less than those in Iraq or Uganda? We don’t.
Another important topic that I want to share with the unknowing is this:
This is not just the patient’s story. It is also the story of mental health employees and their dedication to help people recover; to continue to offer hope in the midst of despair; to explore the possibilities of faith (faith being an active word for hope).
This is where “partnership” comes in. “Partnering Together to Find Solutions toward Wellness”.
Mental Health employees go to their jobs 10, 20, 40 hours a week to help save the lives of people who MUST live in a locked ward. Each day that they go to work, they have the keys to walk out into the free world. They know that some of their patients might never have the key to leave. And they know many patients will be back in the hospital because they did not get the services that they needed on the outside. Yet, these employees continue to work knowing all of this and they do it for very little money.
Now that I have recovered to this level of wellness and hope, I am enlightened by the power of the human spirit and the courage of those who want to help.
I have told several of the employees that I have gotten to know in the last year that when I go to ASH, I feel like I am with family. Imagine me driving up to the unit where I will speak to the patients about my recovery and when I arrive late, an employee whom I have gotten to know, is waving his arms glad that I am there! That’s family!
AND, imagine driving into the grounds of a mental hospital, of all places, and feeling free and safe! This is the kind of staff that ASH has. They deserve to be recognized and to show others that success is not all about money. It’s about living your purpose. It’s about doing the right thing.
Here’s the real truth of my story: are those of us with mental illness different than anyone else? No, we are not. Look at me. I am living proof that I am like you and at the same time, I am like them and like the me that I used to be.
I am one of the fortunate ones: I have been able to walk across the bridge of illness into wellness; to walk out of the support of a mental hospital (with the key) and into the support of family and friends and, of course, dogs.
Not very many people get to experience what I have.
With all that said, you may ask, “Why the title, Safety in Restraints?
If the hospital employees do their job and do it right, with debriefing as part of the protocol, a person who must be put in restraints as a last resort, will find safety as I did.
In the last 15 years, I have learned to keep myself safe by using healthy methods of self-care. Now I am able to share my experiences with staff and patients alike."