LostZombie
Transgirl Chemist
- Oct 10, 2025
- 172
I got a fun story on how ggrreeeaaatttttt Pysch Wards are.
So it started when I was being admitted for the 1st time. I was driven 1 hour there and was getting processed in, and I was asked if I had plan I responded "I always have a plan" I told the person (After doing some quick IT work on their desktop). I explained how it's like everyone has a dumb half assed plan to rob a bank you know the generals how you would do it, but not the specifics. Apparently I was too mentally ill for that place........ how.... I went there to "gEt bETtER" why wouldn't they take me? Hey I wasn't complaining so an hour drive back and I was told my words matter and i need to be careful what I say. Well, how about you give me a forum that separates suicidal plans/thoughts from actions; it was a recurring theme in all places I was admitted to that they didn't differentiate them.
2 Days Later
I was driven back to the place was "cArEFUl wiTh MY wOrDS" by lying to their faces. Well now it comes time for the fun part of every psych admission! Pissing in a cup: Strip Search (They forgot to do): Breathalyzer Test: Etc. When doing all of this it was being done by one woman who just was plain rude to me; she told me after i said "there's no such thing as luck" she told me in a very conceding way "yes there is", and was just a plain dick to me. She was uptight about crossing those T's on the papers and stuff. I was later told "She's different" ah yes, that's 100% valid excuse that would 100% work 100% of the time. So I shown to my room (the only place in the facility minus bathrooms without cameras) and they were gonna write my deadname (I'm Trans MtF) on my room label, I thankfully got changed to just "person" (I went by person for my entire stay).
So it came time for them to draw blood to make sure I didn't have any STDs; One vile down, okay that was unpleasant but that was fine; Two viles down, oh god, I'm feeling woozy, my head is starting feel light; 3rd vile down, okay... it's over now just BLEHHHH. I just start puking my guts out all over the table, i had at least 2 good pumps that got all over the table before I started into a trash can. I waddled over to my room, finished puking was given some nausea meds (can't remember what it was). Then it came time for me to use the handicapped shower my room came with... I had to squat down to even get even a semblance of a normal shower it was truly awful. Thank goodness it was laundry day at the place since I needed my shit washed.
I was chilling in my room and it was a break time since when I went looking around, I found a gal that I met at my previous PHP. She had warned me not to end up at the place since they were religious nutjobs. Well, after getting aquatinted with her and her group of fools it was time for "class" all of it was the same I don't remember any of the classes except for the Jesus propaganda ones we needed to deepthroat. Oh the program was also 70% drug rehab 30% Mental, and as someone who has never nor will ever do hard drugs it was tough being able to convince people that I will never do any of that stuff. With that in mind they let people smoke, and vape outside in fenced in areas, with no area for non-smokers so that whole going outside thing is pointless if don't want secondhand smoke.
I came prepared thankfully I brought a deck of cards to help pass the time, and to anyone who might get locked up at least try to bring a deck; solatarie is a great way of passing time, and good way to keep your sanity. I also brought my Ti-84 graphing calculator which had Pokemon, Mario and Teteris installed on it to help me pass the time without any of the staff knowing. I also played some card games that I learned from others like I learned to play spades, and I also taught a few to my friends how to play some games like rummy, blackjack, and poker.
Now it's time I talk about the food, I love food I am usually not too particular but holy hell the food was awful. Like it was stuff that a prison would serve on a holiday and call it special like it was that bad, I only ever liked some sugar drenched french toast they served one of the days. However the eggs were always rubbery, our grain sustenance was handled by hawiian bread rolls, the salads existed, and the burgers might as well have been overcooked McDonalds happy meals. Oh also the vending machines that were placed just to extract every last penny out of us in the place as one of the only ways to get a snack. Those greedy losers also let us keep money on us for that exact reason, and they were gonna "count" it before we came in, thankfully my cash was all in 2$ bills so taking any would be way too obvious.
Oh and half the staff were homophobic, and 20% of the people were homophobic and there were only 4 queers overall so my stay was soooo mmmuuccchhhh fffuunnnn; honestly people on the inside, where you mean to be "understood" I get treated like utter garbage
For about 10 days it was day in day out the same thing, maybe with people trying to brainwash me, but being unable to debate my basic suicide rhetoric with their only real thing they had to say is that I need Jesus; 3 months later I found my calling with Atheistic Satanism (The Satanic Temple), but I digress. I was in the south so eh it was to be expected that jesus would "save" me from death, and yet that is only thing they would ever help with, not dying, everything else I must do on my own in order to generate profit for the abusive system we live in. Which of course I was told Jesus would free me from the system somehow.
So it's time for me to take my medications which I was prescribed 12 different one to take at various time of day (around 18). However I refused the new ones, I only took my sertraline (50mg) I was defiant I would never become a zombie to the system. They also tried to give me addicting meds too which is quite ironic as a drug rehab/mh place should do the opposite but we all they are a bunch of hypocrites.
Oh and half the staff were homophobic, and 20% of the people were homophobic and there were only 4 queers overall so my stay was soooo mmmuuccchhhh fffuunnnn; honestly people on the inside, where you mean to be "understood" I get treated like utter garbage. This is what I hate about the ward you are not a person, you are money, and its everyone's finical interest not to fix you which is really awful, and also the fact that everything they did made me worse off in the end. I hate all of those places, they take away your dignity, try to make you into a mindless drone that does all what the billionaires ask. I give everyone my sympathy to anyone who has ever gone to a the ward, and to those who could end up going be prepared ready your mind for it.
Thanks!
TLDR: The psych ward is terrible in every single aspect, I got bullied by staff there and was told to follow Jesus to make myself "better".
So it started when I was being admitted for the 1st time. I was driven 1 hour there and was getting processed in, and I was asked if I had plan I responded "I always have a plan" I told the person (After doing some quick IT work on their desktop). I explained how it's like everyone has a dumb half assed plan to rob a bank you know the generals how you would do it, but not the specifics. Apparently I was too mentally ill for that place........ how.... I went there to "gEt bETtER" why wouldn't they take me? Hey I wasn't complaining so an hour drive back and I was told my words matter and i need to be careful what I say. Well, how about you give me a forum that separates suicidal plans/thoughts from actions; it was a recurring theme in all places I was admitted to that they didn't differentiate them.
2 Days Later
I was driven back to the place was "cArEFUl wiTh MY wOrDS" by lying to their faces. Well now it comes time for the fun part of every psych admission! Pissing in a cup: Strip Search (They forgot to do): Breathalyzer Test: Etc. When doing all of this it was being done by one woman who just was plain rude to me; she told me after i said "there's no such thing as luck" she told me in a very conceding way "yes there is", and was just a plain dick to me. She was uptight about crossing those T's on the papers and stuff. I was later told "She's different" ah yes, that's 100% valid excuse that would 100% work 100% of the time. So I shown to my room (the only place in the facility minus bathrooms without cameras) and they were gonna write my deadname (I'm Trans MtF) on my room label, I thankfully got changed to just "person" (I went by person for my entire stay).
So it came time for them to draw blood to make sure I didn't have any STDs; One vile down, okay that was unpleasant but that was fine; Two viles down, oh god, I'm feeling woozy, my head is starting feel light; 3rd vile down, okay... it's over now just BLEHHHH. I just start puking my guts out all over the table, i had at least 2 good pumps that got all over the table before I started into a trash can. I waddled over to my room, finished puking was given some nausea meds (can't remember what it was). Then it came time for me to use the handicapped shower my room came with... I had to squat down to even get even a semblance of a normal shower it was truly awful. Thank goodness it was laundry day at the place since I needed my shit washed.
I was chilling in my room and it was a break time since when I went looking around, I found a gal that I met at my previous PHP. She had warned me not to end up at the place since they were religious nutjobs. Well, after getting aquatinted with her and her group of fools it was time for "class" all of it was the same I don't remember any of the classes except for the Jesus propaganda ones we needed to deepthroat. Oh the program was also 70% drug rehab 30% Mental, and as someone who has never nor will ever do hard drugs it was tough being able to convince people that I will never do any of that stuff. With that in mind they let people smoke, and vape outside in fenced in areas, with no area for non-smokers so that whole going outside thing is pointless if don't want secondhand smoke.
I came prepared thankfully I brought a deck of cards to help pass the time, and to anyone who might get locked up at least try to bring a deck; solatarie is a great way of passing time, and good way to keep your sanity. I also brought my Ti-84 graphing calculator which had Pokemon, Mario and Teteris installed on it to help me pass the time without any of the staff knowing. I also played some card games that I learned from others like I learned to play spades, and I also taught a few to my friends how to play some games like rummy, blackjack, and poker.
Now it's time I talk about the food, I love food I am usually not too particular but holy hell the food was awful. Like it was stuff that a prison would serve on a holiday and call it special like it was that bad, I only ever liked some sugar drenched french toast they served one of the days. However the eggs were always rubbery, our grain sustenance was handled by hawiian bread rolls, the salads existed, and the burgers might as well have been overcooked McDonalds happy meals. Oh also the vending machines that were placed just to extract every last penny out of us in the place as one of the only ways to get a snack. Those greedy losers also let us keep money on us for that exact reason, and they were gonna "count" it before we came in, thankfully my cash was all in 2$ bills so taking any would be way too obvious.
Oh and half the staff were homophobic, and 20% of the people were homophobic and there were only 4 queers overall so my stay was soooo mmmuuccchhhh fffuunnnn; honestly people on the inside, where you mean to be "understood" I get treated like utter garbage
For about 10 days it was day in day out the same thing, maybe with people trying to brainwash me, but being unable to debate my basic suicide rhetoric with their only real thing they had to say is that I need Jesus; 3 months later I found my calling with Atheistic Satanism (The Satanic Temple), but I digress. I was in the south so eh it was to be expected that jesus would "save" me from death, and yet that is only thing they would ever help with, not dying, everything else I must do on my own in order to generate profit for the abusive system we live in. Which of course I was told Jesus would free me from the system somehow.
So it's time for me to take my medications which I was prescribed 12 different one to take at various time of day (around 18). However I refused the new ones, I only took my sertraline (50mg) I was defiant I would never become a zombie to the system. They also tried to give me addicting meds too which is quite ironic as a drug rehab/mh place should do the opposite but we all they are a bunch of hypocrites.
Oh and half the staff were homophobic, and 20% of the people were homophobic and there were only 4 queers overall so my stay was soooo mmmuuccchhhh fffuunnnn; honestly people on the inside, where you mean to be "understood" I get treated like utter garbage. This is what I hate about the ward you are not a person, you are money, and its everyone's finical interest not to fix you which is really awful, and also the fact that everything they did made me worse off in the end. I hate all of those places, they take away your dignity, try to make you into a mindless drone that does all what the billionaires ask. I give everyone my sympathy to anyone who has ever gone to a the ward, and to those who could end up going be prepared ready your mind for it.
Thanks!
TLDR: The psych ward is terrible in every single aspect, I got bullied by staff there and was told to follow Jesus to make myself "better".
