With the right patient and the right professional (and I really do mean that – it has to be a good balance and appropriate) a bit of dark humour can go a long way.
My keyworker from the crisis team came to check on me on the ward this evening. I told him that my strong guilt and gut feeling about not being a real human has made me have very intense thoughts of sacrificing myself for the good of everyone…his sarcastic response/dark sense of humour reminded me why we get on so well: “Sacrifice yourself? Molly, you’re not a fucking lamb!” 😂
That short exchange, and subsequent first laugh of the day, perked me up more than any of the other interventions of the day! It’s amazing what can be therapeutic for the right people in the right situation.