[Serious] People who have been committed to psych wards/mental hospitals and later got better and were released, what was your experience?

[Serious] People who have been committed to psych wards/mental hospitals and later got better and were released, what was your experience?

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  1. Thorazine shots in the ass while grown ass men pin you down because you’re a super confused, scared, out of touch with reality teenager who was abused to the point of being scared of grown men (which obviously would make the situation worse when it’s grown men forcing your body to their will… kinda retriggers the abuse).

    Now I’m old and wise enough to know what NOT to say when dealing with psychiatric “professionals” so I don’t end up manhandled and thrown in a straight jacket in a padded room doped up on thorazine.

    Wouldn’t say I’m better, but I know what people don’t wanna hear.

  2. In general, I remember useless, overly punitive rules enforced because of singular incidents.

    The worst one was, of course, no electronic devices because at some point someone complained online and got one of the doctors in trouble. Most of the other ones were about the meds – like, you down the pills with water, the nurse looks in your mouth to make sure you swallowed them, and THEN you have to sit still in their view for 10 minutes to make sure you don’t regurgitate them or something. And the evening pills (which I thankfully didn’t have) had to be crushed into a fine powder and ingested that way. It was slow (there’s a line waiting), loud as balls, probably tiring for the nurse who had to smash the pills with like a paperweight or some shit, and on top of that powdered pills are pretty bitter. Only the evening pills had to be crushed this way, mostly for the same patients as the morning ones which didn’t. I actually have no explanation for this one.

    Also absolutely awful food.

  3. Horribly traumatizing and dehumanizing. Basically abuse under the guise of “keeping you safe”.

    It really helped drive home that mental “help” was actually just to uphold judo Christian societal ideals (such as suicide being sinful) and not actually help improve people’s situations.

  4. While not me, a family member was suicidal, 5150 and hospitalized a few weeks. She takes her meds, left a cult, and is now living her best life. It was life saving and the best thing ever.

  5. Had to go to one post-accident because I had minor brain damage. Mental wards have a lot of different sectors and people are treated differently per sector. (E.g the suicide survivors have alot of security constantly, while my ward was just a few nurses making sure we didn’t fall over or something). My experience was about that same of an old persons home, just some nurse checking on me every few mins like, “need help to pee?” or “you hungry?” 7/10 ok stay.

  6. I checked myself in and stayed for two months.

    I met a lot of wonderful people. We had a lot o fun together. I found out about how ECT affects people, and could compare it to TMS. ECT is electro shock therapy, and TMS is trans something magnetic something. Both have bad reps, but both are really interesting.

    I met a guy who was in there because he claimed during court that he had a mental illness that led to his behaviour. He was the only person there who was “committed”. He was my roommate for like a week, but then suddenly he decided to scale the wall and just fucky offski. I don’t doubt he ended up getting put in jail, which is a shame. One time when we were taking about our medications, he started yelling, “Hey! These assholes have drugs!”. And that was really fucking funny.

    My stay was a wild ride. I left with a pretty good medication schedule. I was lucky because I was able to get better while it was still allowed to smoke in psych wards. As a writer, I am glad for the memory of that time, but I would not like to go through it again without private health insurance.

  7. I just got out two weeks ago. Checked myself in because I was feeling suicidal and had started harming myself. They switched up my meds, taught me some coping skills, and lined up therapy to support me after release. Not really a big deal for me, but I wasn’t an “aggressive” patient.
    Other patients had a harder time, certainly.

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