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I was put in the state mental hospital by a quack psychiatrist. He had me so over medicated I did not know what was going on. Thank goodness I "signed" myself in (he threatened to get another psychiatrist to sign off on committing me). I was in a ward with every type of "psychotically challenged" person you can think of. Once I quit taking my medications (I palmed it or hid it under my tongue just like in the movies) and my mind got right, I realized I was in a very scary place.
I did not sleep, I hardly ate. Even though I had "signed myself in I could not get out until I was examined and evaluated by the "team" of therapists/psychiatrists.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I was admitted on the Wed before Thanksgiving, so I could not be evaluated until Monday, since staff was gone for the long holiday weekend. The ward was manned by a skeleton crew of mean nurses and orderlies (just like you see in the movies).
I was locked away for five days without counseling, therapy, etc. On the following Tuesday I met with the "team" and they agreed I did not belong there and released me.
State mental hospitals are very very scary. I do not recommend them. BTW I did not go back to that psychiatrist, I found other help for my depression.
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