Fobbed off
Every so often you strike gold during a crisis and get a worker who genuinely cares and tries to support you. I’m so grateful to those staff. The rest of the time, at best, you get someone completely clueless, undertrained, zero passion for their work or compassion for their patients. Even when you’re begging to be informally admitted, nothing. You’ve got to wait until you’re lying in a hospital bed after a more than pre-warned suicide attempt. Even then, you might still be fobbed off and sent home once you’ve physically recovered. The most likely outcome is that you’re simply ignored and left to your own devices. Promises to be called back are almost always broken.