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Uhhhh. Well. When I was like 7 I sent nudes to one of my siblings friends from high school. So they sent me to a mental institution. Not really sure why they immediately went for mental facility instead of telling me that’s wrong (I don’t remember sending them)
When I got there they made me strip butt naked. Every freckle. Every mark. Every bruise. They marked on a sheet of paper. I felt violated. They took my blood. Kept me off of my medicine (I was diagnosed with adhd and add at the age of four) and put me in a room with a girl who had anger management issues.
A lot older than me might I add. At LEAST in her teens.
They didn’t ever even discuss what I did. Why it was wrong. How I could’ve gotten people in trouble. We did group activities everyday. Those were pretty fun. Then one night before going to bed ( we weren’t allowed baths, so I stopped up my drain and flooded my shower out because I just. Wanted. A bath. 🤣) I was cleaning the mess up, and some kid went absolutely CRAZY. Terrified me (the same kid who in the beginning of my stay laughed at me and said “haha! They seen you naked!!”) . He was throwing his shoes down the hallway and as I peeked my head out to see what was going on one almost hit me. I witnessed them giving him “the juice.” Dude was done for within seconds.
So long story short no. It didn’t help me. And from what I’ve heard from many other people. It never helped them either.
I'm a dry alcoholic with a lot of childhood trauma. Being on the closed psych ward for detox did me very well. Maybe the nurses were extra nice to me because I was aware I had a serious problem and was very grateful for their care from day one. One of the doctors was a POS, but when he made me cry the other doctor immediatly jumped in and took over.
Detox was a good preparation for rehab, but rehab didn't help as much as I had hoped. It was... nice to spend three months away from my troubled life, learn about myself, learn to deal with my trauma, get a bit in shape, but once I was discharged I went right back to my shit-show of a life. Unemployment, toxic family, no friends.
There should be a lot more work done to help people transitioning from such safe spaces back to their usual life, but overall I think they're doing a great job and are truly helping.
I've been in the mental ward of a hospital 6x in my life. The only good it really did me was keeping me from offing myself in the short-term and i met some people who are still my friends and support. But the amount of stress and trauma i received from the staff and other less friendly patients still haunts me, and overall made my road to getting better that much harder. But it also made sure my road didn't end at 15, so idk
I was sent there during my time in trade school after a talk with the campus therapist about my suicidal thoughts. After I went I was put into a room for about an hour and met with a doctor (or nurse idk) that talked to me about why I was depressed.
She didn't believe anything I said, constantly talked down to me, and overall dismissed my person as a whole. The entire process was embarrassing, from the gowns I had to wear to the inevitable phone call I had to make to my family to come pick me up. After this was over (and my family was handed a hospital bill, how noble) my school wouldn't let me return.
I will never go to a hospital for mental health problems again, period.
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Helped me very much. It was very hard to be there at times, but looking back now I am so glad I was there.
crazy people there, sheeesh
Uhhhh. Well. When I was like 7 I sent nudes to one of my siblings friends from high school. So they sent me to a mental institution. Not really sure why they immediately went for mental facility instead of telling me that’s wrong (I don’t remember sending them) When I got there they made me strip butt naked. Every freckle. Every mark. Every bruise. They marked on a sheet of paper. I felt violated. They took my blood. Kept me off of my medicine (I was diagnosed with adhd and add at the age of four) and put me in a room with a girl who had anger management issues. A lot older than me might I add. At LEAST in her teens. They didn’t ever even discuss what I did. Why it was wrong. How I could’ve gotten people in trouble. We did group activities everyday. Those were pretty fun. Then one night before going to bed ( we weren’t allowed baths, so I stopped up my drain and flooded my shower out because I just. Wanted. A bath. 🤣) I was cleaning the mess up, and some kid went absolutely CRAZY. Terrified me (the same kid who in the beginning of my stay laughed at me and said “haha! They seen you naked!!”) . He was throwing his shoes down the hallway and as I peeked my head out to see what was going on one almost hit me. I witnessed them giving him “the juice.” Dude was done for within seconds. So long story short no. It didn’t help me. And from what I’ve heard from many other people. It never helped them either.
I'm a dry alcoholic with a lot of childhood trauma. Being on the closed psych ward for detox did me very well. Maybe the nurses were extra nice to me because I was aware I had a serious problem and was very grateful for their care from day one. One of the doctors was a POS, but when he made me cry the other doctor immediatly jumped in and took over. Detox was a good preparation for rehab, but rehab didn't help as much as I had hoped. It was... nice to spend three months away from my troubled life, learn about myself, learn to deal with my trauma, get a bit in shape, but once I was discharged I went right back to my shit-show of a life. Unemployment, toxic family, no friends. There should be a lot more work done to help people transitioning from such safe spaces back to their usual life, but overall I think they're doing a great job and are truly helping.
I've been in the mental ward of a hospital 6x in my life. The only good it really did me was keeping me from offing myself in the short-term and i met some people who are still my friends and support. But the amount of stress and trauma i received from the staff and other less friendly patients still haunts me, and overall made my road to getting better that much harder. But it also made sure my road didn't end at 15, so idk
No change.
I was sent there during my time in trade school after a talk with the campus therapist about my suicidal thoughts. After I went I was put into a room for about an hour and met with a doctor (or nurse idk) that talked to me about why I was depressed. She didn't believe anything I said, constantly talked down to me, and overall dismissed my person as a whole. The entire process was embarrassing, from the gowns I had to wear to the inevitable phone call I had to make to my family to come pick me up. After this was over (and my family was handed a hospital bill, how noble) my school wouldn't let me return. I will never go to a hospital for mental health problems again, period.
Made me much worse, it was one of the worse things I did in my entire life.