I am a 26 year old male living in Wales. I was diagnosed with BPD 4 years ago, autism last year and I have a history of serious eating disorders. Over the past 4 years I've had over 50 admissions to A&amp;E, had to have my arms stitched about 10 times, and have been in and out of psychiatric wards so many times I can't even remember.

About a month ago I started to become ill again and it rapidly became worse. I started to have disturbing racing thoughts and started to lose touch with reality. I was arguing with everyone over perceived things that weren't true, drinking heavily and i ended up impulsively moving into a hotel for about 10 days. I started becoming delusional and punched the window and walls in my room multiple times. I have a history of reckless behaviour, such as jumping from windows and walking in the rain for hours in the middle of the night. This time I started inviting strange men into my room and would have unprotected sex with them. Bear in mind I've only had sex before once, so this was clearly very out of character and something very bad could have happened. 

I eventually returned home in a very disturbed state and spent most of the next few days in bed shaking and clearly not right. I could tell things were getting worse so I went to hospital to see the crisis team and... oh my fucking god I don't think I've ever been more let down and felt more ignored. I told them everything that had been happening and how id been feeling, and they offered me a couple valiums and a call from them a couple times in the next week to check up on me. They just kept telling me it's my responsibility to engage with them whenever I said that I just didn't think that level of support was going to help. Engage with fucking WHAT, a 15 minute call every few days? And I know from experience that I would have had the second call and if I wasn't actively going insane or threatening to kill myself they'd have discharged me from their services. 

I'm lost for words. They've been bad in the past, but this is beyond comprehension. I don't know what to do. Things are worse than they've ever been and no one who can help will help.