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I usually don't let my problems get that bad
But then I hold them in, hoping it'll go away, but it just becomes too much
Next time I'm going to call a crisis line instead of attempting suicide though...

(Oops, double post )

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Razzat idea hope u do well..i must practice to driving test now

I went to a psych ward cause I accidently told my psych that I wanted to commit suicide but I wouldnt tonite. And my psych freaked, made an abrupt decision to call the cops without taking into any damn consideration my feelings. Yeah I know it partially entails there job. Ive had people who after the incident told me that if I feel into that situation they would only hospitalize me unless they really really have to. She just jumped the gun and called police, she didnt even come and do her any of damn job in umm possibly comforting me perhaps. Well she was in idiot, and i want to tear out her damn stupid red hair and burn it. (no Im not serious)

So I was taken in handcuffs, later she tried to justify that, well they wouldnt have handcuffed you if you hadnt fought so much. I mean come on lady, the police just came to my door to take me to the hospital and upon my fault I couldnt see, I didnt see who, I mean the 10 or so fire, policemen standing outside my door. I just saw 3 people until I looked out, but guess what it was too late. I have so much mean, resentment and scorn, id wish she dies in hell.

Ok I was in the ER for 3 miserable hours before I came to the psych ward of the hospital. The experiance basically freaked the s**t outta me. Hmm...the food was sh***y, the people scared me, the doctor for some reason thought I should be happy with a higher dosage of meds and when they moved me down to the lower risk patients. I dont know what the hell she was thinking being happy in such a s**thole. Umm, no computer, internet, phone, no leaving the facilities. Very boring, people who moaned about the way they felt when nothing happened in that place. Hmm...I debated one of the motivational speakers who talked to us feeling that I should at least prove my intelligence despite my lack in mental state besides i was very on edge about me being there. They tried to limit the amount of times I called long distance numbers but...all my friends and family was long distance calls which was unfair. I still didnt use the phone that much. I lived next to some severly depressed old lady, that complained about everything. It kinda made me realize how much I didnt wanna end up like her. So my parents flew all the way up there to bail me out. Sigh...Nov was when the severe nightmares of my life started. I've never been though so much s**t. It was Nov-Feb were the worst hells of my life occured. Im not gonna go into detail. Through that I met my boyfriend (aspie too) on here because I posted a suicide message surprisingly. Im a lot better now, I wouldnt say Im happy, no longer depressed as of right now. I go though phases of depression so...dont know whats coming.

ok this day sucks for me been restained 2 today i really feeel low got 30min into papooseboard and been 1hour lying on my bed whith my arms cuffet behind my back and my ankles in bed restaints(didint got away earlier coz i was still trying to get away) while im writing this im still in leg restaints coz they want to keep me in these just for case of new meltdown i know it migth be best but i still hate this

^I know this was posted on the 26th, but what happened? Seems like it happened in such short notice after you got through telling your story about being put in restraints.

Is there something going on?

i got again one of those seasons on when my meds wont work so i need to chance em a little time...which causes lot of adjusting about doses

I was in the Harris County Psychiatric Center for 14 days. I was at the Neuropsychiatric Center for about 24 hours first and then they transferred me there. For scary stuff, see my thread in General Autism Discussion called "Have you ever been lied to by a mental health professional?" Otherwise, it was okay, even fun. 3 of the other inmates did my hair. One of the inmates was a nurse and shared a story about how there used to be a ward called the Water Drinkers where heroin addicts would get high off water, drinking so much their blood thinned and made them high. The amount of fluids they were given was restricted and they had to put chemicals in the toilets so that they couldn't drink out of them. My mother once said that my father promised to visit her in the hospital every day when she had me, but he didn't. Jack (adverb on here) came to visit me every day. We talked on the phone a lot too. I was on unit 2D. There were all kinds of patients on 2D-- male and female, black and white, old and young, voluntary and involuntary. Abut half were arrested and brought there and the other half was either voluntary or involuntarily referred there. I was involuntary, ordered by a judge to get inpatient treatment to find out what was wrong with me.


I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 and put on Haldol and Prozac. The Haldol made me feel awful physically and mentally. Cogentin, a drug to prevent side effects, was given to me for the first two days but after that they wouldn't give it to me. When I was on Haldol and Cogentin I felt so good and sane. They gave me Benadryl for the side effects after that. It made me sleep through them.


My roommate, Frieda, who was in there for attempting suicide, just lay in bed and ate cookies at first all day and night, but then she started coming outside the room and talking to us and watching TV and attending group therapy and making friends, so they sent her home cured.


It was pretty laid back. We wore our street clothes, we were allowed to order pizza and stuff, we had lots of free time to do what we wanted, bathroom breaks were allowed during group therapy and announcements, and when Adverb came to visit me he pointed to a stain on the table we were sitting at and said, "This is a pretty laid back place. At the place where I worked, this would not have been allowed."


They made me sign a paper saying I was okay not going to court and just letting the judge order me to get treatment.


The food was sometimes decent and really good, other times slop.


There were many funny moments. Once when Adverb was visiting me a naked woman came out of the bathroom and stood there in the doorway until they shouted at her to go back into the bathroom. Another girl took a bath with the door open for the whole ward to see. (There were about 24 inmates on the ward.) On Saturday and Sunday those not on "precautions" went to the cafeteria to eat lunch and supper. Every other day we all ate on the ward.


I was never on precautions. They let me keep my shoelaces, I was allowed to go outside for a walk with the staff when the staff felt like taking us, etc.


Laurie Lee W. soon became my friend and the staff saw us sitting in the dayroom talking after everyone else had gone to bed, and they said they saw that we were really enjoying ourselves and that they remembered that Laurie didn't have a roommate, and mine was going home the next day, so they helped me move my stuff into her room and we talked and ate our hoarded food for much of the night.


There's more; I'll post it when I remember it. Sorry if it was boring.

Oh yeah; Laurie was diagnosed with ADHD, bipolar, schizophrenia, and two other disorders. I think one was a personality disorder. I was diagnosed Bipolar I and nothing else. Laurie was on precautions and the people in the adolescent ward remembered her from when she had been a patient there when she was 17. Now she's 32 so over 10 years passed and they still remembered her and warned the techs on our unit, 2D, about her!


Everyone commented on how Jack visited me every day; they didn't have someone to do that for them. A lot of them preferred the mental ward to freedom because they had friends there and nobody on the outside. An acquaintance of mine named Harold said that Jack was good-looking and looked "independent but capable". I got lots of compliments about him. The people in the psych wards were some of the nicest most understanding and non-prejudiced people I ever met. Forget dangerous; everyone's dangerous. They weren't shy about their problems. We all talked in group therapy even if some days some people slept through group therapy or just didn't go for whatever reason. DeWayne C., the male tech who did the morning "goals group", was nice; he helped people who didn't have clothes get clothes. Not institution uniforms, but street clothes that people donated to the Mental Health/Mental Retardation Authority. He made sure to inform everyone when the meals were; he would bang on the bedroom doors shouting "Time for breakfast!" or "Time for group!" so that we wouldn't have to worry about it and could get some sleep if we needed it. However, he encouraged us to keep moving and not go to bed if our meds made us tired. Some of the nurses told me to go lie down though when I was feeling bad from the Haldol and when I got sick and was in bed with side effects and a throat infection one of the techs brought the mobile phone in so that I wouldn't have to go and stand out there to talk to Jack.There was no pressure, just suggestions, and it was very generalized; never directed at a particular person, so it was not unsolicited advice.


There was a special bathroom that it was sort of a privilege to use, with a bathtub and a toilet and sink, and totally private. The other bathrooms, one for males and one for females, were often wet because the showers had no doors or curtains (they were in the stalls with the toilets, and the stalls didn't lock, so you had to knock before opening.) There was one or two girls who would spy on the other girls on the toilet and in the shower, through the crack between the door and the wall. I didn't really care; I just kicked the door and then said I was in there.


Oh, and the water was cold! It never got hot. Supposedly this was to protect us from scalding ourselves. But what if someone got hypothermia because they didn't turn on the little hot water there was? I mean, if you're that out of it, why wouldn't that happen?


Hmmm, what else? I hope I'm not too boring, but I can't sleep so I need something to do!


DC would bring in a big bag of clothes sometimes and we were allowed to take what we wanted to keep, but the needy people always had to go first, before the greedy people.


There was an icewater machine on the unit; we were encouraged to drink water. They gave us milk or juice with meals and snacks. The barbecue chicken was yummy. The pasta salad was yummy. The lasagna was good and the shepherd's pie was good. Most of the food, though, admittedly, was slop. I was relieved to get out for that reason. I don't know if I was ready to get out but they don't keep us for longer than 10 weekdays.

The hospital I was in had a washroom in each room (2 people in each room), but there was only two showers
I never went off the unit - I wasn't there long enough...though I could have if I wanted to with my mom (library!)

Yes, for a week. And I'm asking an expert in my area if I can have an official dx cause I never want to go back there and I want to make sure I am on the right meds.

The sadder thing is my mother, who I am so much like that we both have to have the same thing, ended up in a mental hospital, ate out of deppresion, went blind due to diabetes, then died of a heart attack at the age of 38. I hope that never happens to anyone else.

Angnix, I feel lucky that I'm on a drug that's making me lose weight. They should have put your mom on Geodon, even if she wasn't psychotic. Were you two ever in the psych ward together, at the same time?


Oh yeah, in the HCPC someone stepped on a milk or juice carton to pop it and they called in the special teams, thinking it was a gunshot. So much for security, if the staff were afraid someone might have smuggled in a gun. We had to take cold showers, but they gave us hot coffee. I don't understand that.

I've been in a Hospital once for a month.

They took away my Neopets magazine because it would stimulate my imagination or something.

Also, I was talking to a staff member once. I said something like, "This is a psychiatric hospital." (I can't remember why I said it.) They responded, "No, this is a mental hospital. You're in a mental hospital." Typically, I'm okay with the term, but when a staff member of a hospital pretty much says, 'Hay you're mental. Have a nice day." ...It hurts.

After I came back, my school kept threatening me to send me back.

I was eleven, by the way.

Also, I actually asked to go to a hospital for my depression. Not a psychiatric hospital, just the part of the nearby hospital that helps with such things. It helped a bit, now I have their crisis number in case I want to die again.