Thirteen years ago, I experienced my first stay in a psych emergency room. It was for two days, before being moved to a unit. Without giving too much detail, it wasn't fun. I was overwhelmed and timid. I didn't eat or sleep.
What really bothered me most were some of the security guards. They talked loudly at night, gossiping rudely about the patients. They hid important information. A patient asking for a pen would be told that it was contraband, instead of being given the permitted crayon that were sitting inside the guards' desk. Patients were lied to about their timetables of care. From seeing other guards and nurses, I knew that these were abuses. (Whether or not they were doesn't matter to the story.)
At some point, their behavior caused me to snap. I moved as far to the edge of my bed as possible, turned on my side and stayed there. Staff members urged me to move over "for your safety"; I just kept quiet. They threatened to physically move me; I stayed. When they did come over, I didn't fight them, letting them roll me over. Then, they put the bed rail up, satisfied that they'd dealt with this crazy person. I, though, was calmer now, because I had "protested".
It may have been from the more extreme incidents, but it wasn't the only time that I've fought injustice and hurt with a silent demonstration of my angst. My family suffered from my "acting out" this way many times when I was young. It helps me, even though the targets haven't a clue why I'm doing it.
Is there a term for this type of reaction? Is there anything "autistic" about it?
What really bothered me most were some of the security guards. They talked loudly at night, gossiping rudely about the patients. They hid important information. A patient asking for a pen would be told that it was contraband, instead of being given the permitted crayon that were sitting inside the guards' desk. Patients were lied to about their timetables of care. From seeing other guards and nurses, I knew that these were abuses. (Whether or not they were doesn't matter to the story.)
At some point, their behavior caused me to snap. I moved as far to the edge of my bed as possible, turned on my side and stayed there. Staff members urged me to move over "for your safety"; I just kept quiet. They threatened to physically move me; I stayed. When they did come over, I didn't fight them, letting them roll me over. Then, they put the bed rail up, satisfied that they'd dealt with this crazy person. I, though, was calmer now, because I had "protested".
It may have been from the more extreme incidents, but it wasn't the only time that I've fought injustice and hurt with a silent demonstration of my angst. My family suffered from my "acting out" this way many times when I was young. It helps me, even though the targets haven't a clue why I'm doing it.
Is there a term for this type of reaction? Is there anything "autistic" about it?