OK, folks, I've had it. I had an epiphany of sorts tonight and realized that my babblings, rantings, and ravings are not going to change anything.
A few years back I remember being embarrassed to have to tell people we no longer had outpatient counseling. Then the bed situation....how do you say to a parent, spouse, friend, that well....there are no beds, however we can have your loved one arrested for a somewhat-bogus minor charge and at least they'll be off the streets.
Now...well, this is almost too much. Yes, we can provide them a bed in a psychiatric hospital (maybe) but when they get out we aren't going to do anything. Nope....absolutely nothing; no case manager.....no psychiatrist, no medication....absolutely nothing.
I remember many posts ago writing about When is a hospital not a hospital...... well folks, that's where we are now. When is a CSB no longer a CSB. As far as Mid-Mountain is concerned, they have arrived. They are no longer a CSB. I'm sure that those of us who are left...all of us who are trying to provide services to the mentally ill, will do the best we can....but folks, there ain't much left and coworkers are leaving like rats abandoning a sinking ship. And, yes...our ship is about to go under.
If I were a mentally ill person in our city....I'd abandon ship also and move on to another town or city. It couldn't be any worse anywhere in the commonwealth. Hey, we've hit rock bottom and there seems to be no relief in sight.