NoThoughtTooMany
The worst
- Aug 26, 2023
- 23
I should have listened to people on this forum. Being honest with my psychiatrist about my suicidal thoughts was a big mistake.
I knew I needed a break. Life was getting overwhelming - work was mundane and the nights lonely as ever. I took an hour drive to the ER, based on advice from my psychiatrist. I thought I would be able to be placed in the facility voluntarily. But when I told the person at the front desk my name, and why I was there, I knew only then that they were expecting me. Very little words passed back to me after I tell them my issue - that I've been contemplating suicide for the past year - just cold gestures and questions:
"DOB? ... Hold your arm out, please.... keep that on etc. and walk this way."
The nurse coldly tells me to wait. I see a patient threatening to kill another patient who is having a psychotic episode. A police officer and nurse force me to undress while they watch. I'm told to wait in room 6. An hour an a half passes and I'm wheeled into "the north wing".
I found it funny... When I get into the north wing, a nurse goes through several documents I have to sign. One of forums allows you to rank your preferred methods for calming you down, or whatever, I forgot the term they used. On that list was alone time, isolation room, medication, and forced restraints. Like, why would anyone choose to be forcibly restrained as their first option? Anyways, when I finished with signing documents, it was already the evening. There was nothing to do except sit and listen to the manic ramblings reverberate off the cold hallways.
The other 5 days were are not something I really want to talk about in detail. It was pretty miserable... I'll just leave it to that. I got patronized and gaslighted by the techs. They frequently mismanaged my medication and gave me the wrong dosages. They stole some of my belongings - some chocolate and money my mom brought for me. Apparently I wasn't allowed to have chocolate or money (which was a lie and I have to get the money reimbursed). The cloths I brought to the hospital were "lost" until I was able to get my parents to advocate for me. I didn't feel comfortable around the other patients because I would get bullied for being transgender. One time a nurse refused to get water for me; apparently that was too inconvenient for her. I never got to enjoy the full amount of "recreational therapy" (an allotted 30 minutes to play in a small gym) because that was the only time nurses would talk to me about my treatment.
I could go on for longer, but I really don't want to. I just need to vent because I feel more alienated and isolated than ever. The world feels like it's shrinking in on me...
I knew I needed a break. Life was getting overwhelming - work was mundane and the nights lonely as ever. I took an hour drive to the ER, based on advice from my psychiatrist. I thought I would be able to be placed in the facility voluntarily. But when I told the person at the front desk my name, and why I was there, I knew only then that they were expecting me. Very little words passed back to me after I tell them my issue - that I've been contemplating suicide for the past year - just cold gestures and questions:
"DOB? ... Hold your arm out, please.... keep that on etc. and walk this way."
The nurse coldly tells me to wait. I see a patient threatening to kill another patient who is having a psychotic episode. A police officer and nurse force me to undress while they watch. I'm told to wait in room 6. An hour an a half passes and I'm wheeled into "the north wing".
I found it funny... When I get into the north wing, a nurse goes through several documents I have to sign. One of forums allows you to rank your preferred methods for calming you down, or whatever, I forgot the term they used. On that list was alone time, isolation room, medication, and forced restraints. Like, why would anyone choose to be forcibly restrained as their first option? Anyways, when I finished with signing documents, it was already the evening. There was nothing to do except sit and listen to the manic ramblings reverberate off the cold hallways.
The other 5 days were are not something I really want to talk about in detail. It was pretty miserable... I'll just leave it to that. I got patronized and gaslighted by the techs. They frequently mismanaged my medication and gave me the wrong dosages. They stole some of my belongings - some chocolate and money my mom brought for me. Apparently I wasn't allowed to have chocolate or money (which was a lie and I have to get the money reimbursed). The cloths I brought to the hospital were "lost" until I was able to get my parents to advocate for me. I didn't feel comfortable around the other patients because I would get bullied for being transgender. One time a nurse refused to get water for me; apparently that was too inconvenient for her. I never got to enjoy the full amount of "recreational therapy" (an allotted 30 minutes to play in a small gym) because that was the only time nurses would talk to me about my treatment.
I could go on for longer, but I really don't want to. I just need to vent because I feel more alienated and isolated than ever. The world feels like it's shrinking in on me...