I am a psychiatric nurse and scandalized to see my patients and my service sacrificed

BLOG – Today I’m angry. I write before I am resigned, because I know all too well how we tolerate the intolerable.

nurse for 13 years and I have learned a lot, resignation, stifled anger. But here today it is too much! “Data-reactid =” 24 “> I am angry since I am prevented from exercising my profession, a profession that I love and whose social utility is far to be questioned today. I’m nurse for 13 years and I have learned a lot, resignation, stifled anger. But there is too much today!

I am angry that we are abandoning patients who suffer from psychiatric disorders, patients who need psychological care.

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psychiatry as part of a team of caregivers all committed to common values ​​- values ​​that I associated (perhaps naively) with those of public service: equality in care, both in terms of quality and continuity. Daily we accompany and support people who suffer from mental disorders, who are unfortunately very often on the fringes of our society. “Data-reactid =” 28 “> I am a nurse in a day hospital in psychiatry as part of a team of caregivers all committed to common values ​​- values ​​that I associated (perhaps naively) with those of public service: equality in care, both in terms of quality and continuity. Daily we accompany and support people who suffer from mental disorders, who are unfortunately very often on the margins of our society.

Covid. We organize, we mobilize. This is normal, it’s the white plane. The organization is disastrous. This is normal, this situation is unprecedented for everyone. I accept the doubt, the uncertainty. “Data-reactid =” 29 “> The day hospital closed its doors to the public on March 17, 2020, like all French public places. the Covid. We organize, we mobilize. This is normal, it’s the white plane. The organization is disastrous. This is normal, this situation is unprecedented for everyone. I accept the doubt, the uncertainty.

A fear, however, grips me: how will our patients survive this ordeal? Those who are alone and destitute? Those who suffer from a pathology of the bond, those for whom it took weeks or even years to weave their unique social bond?

hospital, a large part … “data-reactid =” 32 “> I suffer to see my team falling apart, this team which was our strength, our pride. Tossed around the cornerhospital, a large part …

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