Psychiatric Nursing ~ Can we talk?

Psych nursing is different. You have the med room, the nurses' station and the hallway. Interspersed are bare bones rooms without any exterior trimming to allow for someone to harm themselves. The inpatient facility where we are rotating resembles a really old prison ward. There is a day room and a TV room. The facility is locked down and the LPTs wander the halls looking after the clients. The clients have access to meds (which they obtain at the nurses' station) from the med room nurse, and they have access to television. Other than that, there is groups during the day to attend, and meetings with psychiatrists/conservators and family members. If you are not insured, this is where you go and to be honest, if it were not for the generally optimistic people that work there; hell would be a picnic. Comrade X talked once about how painting a psych intake room the color pink would, in effect, calm a patient who was in crisis. After being in the concrete walled rooms of this facility, especially the intake/isolation rooms, I got the picture and thought it was research worth looking into. I've seen better dog beds at Costco. It's a sad indictment. Luckily, the best thing going at this agency, are the employees and it seems the long termers...the nurses and social workers, truly care about the patients.

My last day of clinical involved interviewing a paranoid schizophrenic patient with a long involved psych history and drug abuse history. This patient also had a history of violence and conduct disorder as well as developmental delays. It was not a situation where you would sit down and talk, much like the patients I met with who had major depressive disorders, bipolar and personality disorders. This patient was suspicious and tentative, was careful to keep his distance and took a very long time to get comfortable with me. I sat across the room so that he could get his bearings and then waited. It was a long wait. When he was ready, he talked. I didn't ask a lot of questions, because I noticed one thing about this patient that I had not experienced with any of the others...this patient made no sense at all. Disjointed sentences, with little connection between first and second thoughts, subject verb agreement, word salad...people inserted into thoughts that had no congruence or meaning. "I worked at a top secret place, my land lord dipped me upside down into a vat. She does not hear me. It didn't burn it did. He will kill me. They kicked me out. My parents are dead. I was adopted. I saw my dad today. I have 4 brothers. 2 brothers. Four years....and...."

This went on for an hour. Any attempt to redirect failed. Any thought became negated by another or an illusion. He could not maintain eye contact as he was always checking around us to see if I had moved was planning to move, or if someone else was coming. The affect was guarded and tense. As long as I wasn't talking, he was calm. It became apparent that interactions on the simplest terms could affect these patients dramatically, as if their sensory perceptions were all on another plane or out of whack or heightened or lessened.

I waited a long time to write about this because I realized that there was absolutely nothing I could do first as a student, or as nurse, other than listen, redirect, listen, accommodate and accommodate. Nothing I said mattered. I haven't been around someone whose defensiveness was so palpable. It was an interesting learning experience that I won't soon forget. Mental illness can not be dismissed or trivialized. How we deal with the mentally ill in society is certainly an ongoing subject that needs to be addressed, because obviously not much is left for the mentally ill other than hopelessness, despair, long roads and new challenges.