I got back from a psych ward a couple of weeks ago. Not pleasant and they exaggerated everything.
When I got to the hospital, there was a lot of sitting around. Even the paramedics were horrified that I'd been written up as dangerous, etc. I was just my usual friendly self to everyone. The paramedics told nurses and doctors that I'd been pleasant for the many hours we'd waited. When I was later placed in a cubicle (?) in the emergency department, a security guard was sitting opposite my bed. I was soon laughing and chatting with the security guards (they alternated) like normal. I don't like to hurt anyone; I don't lash out at others; and I'm even careful not to hurt other people's feelings because why ruin someone's day, even if I'm having a tough day? All paramedics and security guards said I was a lovely person and easy to get along with, to nurses and doctors, saying the report police had lodged made no sense.
I was interviewed at length by psych staff the next day. They could see I wasn't a dangerous person. All psych ward staff told the psychiatrist and registrar that I was one of their easiest patients. I was pleasant to other patients, and there were some who were definitely in the "dangerous" category, even losing their shit whilst medicated. I just didn't react to those who were going off. I spoke with other patients and staff as I normally do.
I'm pretty pissed off that in 2022, it's still not that far removed from the dark days of psychiatry. You are treated like a nothing and a no one. You have no rights. Anyone can say anything about you and anything you say can be contorted to be used against you.
Police also told them that I had imagined having a stalker for the last 9 years. Thankfully, my 2 solicitors phoned and told psych staff that I did not imagine it and that they had been in court with me a lot because of that creep. Before speaking to my solicitors, however, I was questioned about 'why (I) think (I) have a stalker?' For fuck's sake!
The second day, psych staff apologised to me and said they were mad at police for sending me. Beds were in short supply and I'd probably taken up a bed that would have been better used for someone else. I was rushed out and given a taxi voucher to get home. They all acknowledged that I wasn't a dangerous patient at all. I mostly sat in my room watching documentaries on my phone. I was nice to the staff. Police told them I had a low IQ and couldn't string an intelligent sentence together, but I was using medical terms when speaking with staff because of my previous medical studies.
It disgusts me that people are still treated so badly.
Edited to add: I'm hoping to CTB this evening, should the weather hold off so I can light charcoal outside, before bringing it inside. I don't hurt go around hurting other people. I should be allowed to choose how and when I die. My body, my choice. And, yeah, I don't tell anyone anything now.