AresCohere
Professional Insomniac
- Apr 10, 2023
- 158
I thought I could trust her, but no, she tricked me into signing a literally sticky note then used that and twisting my words into making my parents force me into a hospital. I wasn't even fully honest, just admitting to having thoughts of CTB, and boom, was hospitalized that day.
Luckily I was able to make up stories to explain the cuts on my arm (I have 7 cats and where I work as a lot of exposed sharp metal so that made it easy) and was able to avoid being sent to a ward, being able to be released after only staying for ~4 hours. Still, what I saw, heard, and smelt in there… well I'm still trying to recover. About half or so of the people in the small psyche wing of the hospital were people around my age and likely in for similar thing, and the rest was a split between those with god knows what wrong with them and druggies. The doctors treated me from just awkwardly to even a dehumanizing way, and they acted like I was always a threat to them.
Even with all I tried, I still got diagnosed with being suicidal (forgot the exact term they used)
Even after I left I could still see flashes of the "cell" I was in, the sounds, and mostly the smell.
Weird things I noticed:
- Toilet loud
- Nurses didn't give a fuck and just watched shit on their phone
- people walked into my area a lot more than I expected
But hey, at least I got a bag of those shitty blue clothes and some grippy socks…
I also know now I have nobody irl to talk to, as I will just be hospitalized again if I say more, and might not be so lucky next time.
I only have to hold out for about a month until I'm out of state for college and then I'm free.
What should I do now?
Luckily I was able to make up stories to explain the cuts on my arm (I have 7 cats and where I work as a lot of exposed sharp metal so that made it easy) and was able to avoid being sent to a ward, being able to be released after only staying for ~4 hours. Still, what I saw, heard, and smelt in there… well I'm still trying to recover. About half or so of the people in the small psyche wing of the hospital were people around my age and likely in for similar thing, and the rest was a split between those with god knows what wrong with them and druggies. The doctors treated me from just awkwardly to even a dehumanizing way, and they acted like I was always a threat to them.
Even with all I tried, I still got diagnosed with being suicidal (forgot the exact term they used)
Even after I left I could still see flashes of the "cell" I was in, the sounds, and mostly the smell.
Weird things I noticed:
- Toilet loud
- Nurses didn't give a fuck and just watched shit on their phone
- people walked into my area a lot more than I expected
But hey, at least I got a bag of those shitty blue clothes and some grippy socks…
I also know now I have nobody irl to talk to, as I will just be hospitalized again if I say more, and might not be so lucky next time.
I only have to hold out for about a month until I'm out of state for college and then I'm free.
What should I do now?