@@Melberry53there is when its 4pm because your friends dad forgot to pick you both up from school and we are both so focused on the game it went till 4:40 and very few words were said except a very loud FUCK YOUUUU at the end
Funny. It's a mixture of the two. Some people see you and crazy and unpredictable, treating you as such. However, there's those few souls that don't just see you as patients, and will actually have a talk with you instead of huff and puff and talk behind our backs. My favorite was a lady named miss Diamond. She would be straight up with us, sympathetic, and would sneak us things sometimes. I remember I built a card tower; I was so proud of it. She took a picture of it and printed it out. Something she could've been sued or fired for. She also trusted me with pens, as I would look over her shoulder at the crossword puzzle. If I spotted some, she'd simply hand it over, I'd get em done, and hand it back. The worst was this lady named Ms. Jeri. She would yell at us (PEOPLE WITH TRAUMA AND UNSTABLE MINDSETS), treat us like we were prisoners, and was just overall a real jerk. She once tried to take away OUR EATING UNTENSILS, SAYING "they don't need them, they don't deserve them". Someone shut that down real quick, because she came back with our forks. Didn't even apologize. A lot of folks try to make it out like it's some sort of peaceful experience, when it's really not. It's more take drugs, talk to shrinks, move on. Sometimes the staff will be nice, but most will treat you like a criminal.
That sounds so strange to me. I'm a med student very interested in psychiatry, I'm doing a two week tagalong in a mental hospital nearby this summer. I can't imagine myself becoming a psychiatrist and being mean or treating patients badly in any way whatsoever. The whole reason I want to do it is to make a difference for people society sometimes sees as 'crazy' and will turn away from. If this is what it's like that would be really sad.
@@littlemacisunderrated412 working and being admitted are two extremely different perspectives. They see themselves as helping, patients see them as people who want to drug us and lock us away, which is exactly what they do…
This is false. There may be some psych wards that are more “caring”, but the one I went to didn’t care at all. There was a lot of staff members turning a blind eye when one of them would sexually abuse or harass a patient. The only accuracy I would say is that it’s not barbaric. It’s mainly problems with staff. I even got sedated for crying too much…
OMG! I witnessed that too. It happened to another girl. She was just standing there crying quietly to herself when suddenly the nurse sounded the alarm. The entire block of nurse rushed in, grabbed her, tied her to the bed and injected her against her will while pinning her body down with all their body weight, ALL FOR CRYING! OMG! 🤦♀️
It’s like this in France, it’s horrible,they have no tolerance for ADHD nor Autism. Not any form of mental disorder, they have a disgust instead, it’s a long history that the medical field is trying to break out of ( slowly but surely)
It's not breaking out of anything. Those who run the facilities are mentally ill themselves. They love those jobs because it allows them to engage in state sanctioned abuse. They are ALL evil. And the ENTIRELY BLACK security staff are nothing but brainless slave dogs who assault patients. When their white slavemasters tell them to get down on all fours and bark like dogs they do it. Hospitals are the most blatantly racist institutions in America. The minute you walk through the doors you know from the color of their skin exactly how much people are paid and what jobs they do. Woof woof.
Each place is different. I have seen riots, suicides, staff on drugs, staff having sexual relations with patients, midnight fight clubs, kids given the wrong meds intentionally, kids chewing their arms to the bone as staff just watches. Been in a few that were like a hotel too. But for the most part it sucks.
What it’s actually like: “Okay get naked so we can see everything you did to yourself and shame you for it while we touch you inappropriately and mark everything down so we can laugh about it later. Next we throw you in a room with a mat on the floor and a complex lock so you’re stuck with your thoughts. After 72 long hours of isolation we take your blood and inject you without even telling you what’s in it. And then we toss you out to get bullied by other patients while we sit around and do jackshit to help you get better. Enjoy your stay :)”
:( Am sorry for everyone here who has had a bad experience at psych wards. I've had both, but I can't help but cherish those moments the nurses provided to me. One time a nurse snuck in a diet coke for me, so that I'd at least drink something I wasn't scared of. That nurse went against all regulations, just to help me make it through one more night. With that being said, the getting naked part is definitely the worst... and the boredom. But when it's less people and you're able to make a bond with them, it's kinda crazy how human minds just click when there is nothing to interrupt the thoughts. I've never experienced conversations so genuine as when I was hospitalized. I wonder if, before we had all of these difference sources of communication & media, people just communicated like that -- non-stop thoughts, no shame, no filter, just being.
@@ASWPhillyGhost really depends I’ve been to laurel ridge which was both shit and good but yeah you do sometimes talk but mainly it’s always booty juice if you start acting up
For me, they asked some questions daily, did standard medical checks, and assigned me a therapist. For the majority of my stay, I just watched The Owl House on cable TV and played blackjack with a couple others. I probably would've gotten along better with some of the girls, because some of the guys there were a bit too high energy for me and I felt drained by the end of it, but it wasn't totally bad. Even made some friends!
fr tho ive been in and out off them for almost tem ish years now (since roughly ages 7 or 8 ish to now, im lmost 18), and even back then they were super bad, even in the pre-adolescent wards- even now ive seen 12 or 13 year olds get tackled and pinned to a restraint bed begging for them to stop, since it hurts like a bitch and its extremly truamatic at times, especially since the most recent time i saw it hapoen it was a younger kid with an un-controlled psychotic disorder (and this hurt me even more second hand because i actualky used to BABYSIT this kid, and i also have psychotic depression so ive been there before it was medicated). anyways, now a days normally theyre so much more caring, but there is still a lot of issues and neglect or abuse seen on both wardd and in residential units
My stay was more like the prior. We were basically inmates but not given a release date. There was no one on one therapy. You had to take the prescribed meds or they would throw you to the ground and inject you with haldol. My stuff and many peoples stuff was stolen. Staff mocked me for starting my period and didnt let me have anything for it. They said the strings on the tampons were "a danger". The whole thing was an insurance payout for the hospital.
Having been in a psych ward when I was a young girl I can say that this isn't at all what i experienced. They only made sure i showered when my mom called them and explained i had x, y z going on. Previous to that i was put through a metal detector by a mature male... I can say I wanted to d1e more when i was in the ward than when i was out.
When I was a boy I used to get put in the mental ward a lot. My dad was abusive, so I'd always end up in fights at school. His response was having me thrown in there and heavily medicated on meds I didnt need, so many meds that the majority of my childhood is hazy. All those therapists that confirmed I was being abused at home would give me medication, then send me back to him. But the meds only worked for a couple weeks before I'd start having fits of anger to the point people thought I had psychosis or some sort of disorder. Having always been told I needed meds, I believed it until one day I was being locked in pretty much the mental ward equivalent of solitary (cant remember what they called it). The doctor was trying to make ne take a certain pill and I recognized the name as one of the ones I had taken a few years prior and was taken off of because it didn't work. I told the doctor that. One thing you learn in an abusive household is how to read people. It helps avoid a lot of beatings when you can read someone's face like an open book. Thus doctor grinned at me with the shittiest grin and told me to trust him because he was a doctor. It was at that moment i knew he was full of shit, and i told him I wasnt going to take the pill. He kept saying he was a doctor, then had the nurses retrain me in painful positions until i took the pill. A month or so later they sent me back to my father and lo and behold, yiu woukdnt believe it... The pill didnt work. Ended up being thrown out after my father whooped my ass and chose his girlfriend over his own kid after she had joined the abuse, was homeless for a bit until my aunt found me. She took me to her home, let me have the first shower I had in weeks (was bathing without soap in a polluted river before that), then called my dad to ask why she saw me sleeping in a park in the more dangerous part of the city. He told her to throw me out of her house because I was dangerous and psychotic. My father always told me no one woukd take me in if he threw me out, so I was startled she was even trying to offer me a place to stay. I ended up in the hospital waiting room while my aunt fought with my dad trying to get me to go home with her, he kept saying he was going to get my drug addicted abusive and absent mother to pick me up. Honestly thought it was going to come to blows. My aunt didnt leave the hospital for two days straight. She didnt go home to her family, she called my uncle and told him what was going on and he supported it. Apparently my family suspected something had been happening at home for years and my uncle had talked on occasion about taking me in. For two days my aunt fought until my dad finally gave up and told her it wasnt his fault if I attacked one of my cousins. I'll never forget the day when I felt like my life had finally ended - I knew with the way I was, addicted to meds, violent and angry, I'd either be homeless and addicted to drugs, in prison, or lying dead somewhere. When I thought it was over my aunt came into the room I was locked in and asked me how i was doing. She offered to take me home so she and my uncle could give me a better life. Couldnt tell you the last time I cried like that. My dad gave my aunt all eleven of the pills I had to take daily, some of them multiple times a day, and told her to make sure i took them. Later that day she took me outside where my uncle had started a bonfire and she threw them into the flames, said she wanted to see who I really was. For the first year and a half, I was a piece of shit. I was still violent because it was all I knew. I'd destroy property, seek revenge, beat up other kids at school if I didnt like the way they looked at me. Stealing was as batural as breathing, and I had even learned how to pick pockets. She never sent me to the mental ward. She never called the police. She never hit me, my uncle never punched me. They'd try to talk to me instead, and I remember being so angry at them for it. I didnt understand why they wanted to know what I was thinking, and I was jealous they never hit my cousins and how my cousins had friends. I just didnt understand what kindness was, having never gotten it from my father. To me, kindness was not being floored as hard, or getting away with not being fed a meal or two and grounded for months. I was used to being blamed for things I didnt do, i was used to an alcoholic screaming at me in the middle if the night before usually beating me senseless. Eventually I started to reflect on it, and I started ti realize the problem wasnt them. It was me. I was letting the past control me. So I asked my aunt if she could take me to a therapist that wasnt in the hospital that I had grown to hate. Therapy was hard. I wasnt used to talking, and I had to have my aunt there to actually make any progress the first few sessions. When I finally talked to my therapist about everything, she asked if she could tell my aunt, which I agreed because... Well, i felt like shit reliving all of that. Later that night my aunt was crying and said she wished she and my uncle had taken me in sooner. Seeing how much they cared about me, even after I saw myself as a lost cause, changed something in me. I started trying to be friendlier. Lots of kids at school still stayed away, and I dont blame them. I bullied a lot of them, even ended up hospitalizing one of them after I pushed him to a su*cide attempt. That kid is still alive and has a family now, and we ended on good terms, but decided it was best ti go our separate ways after all of that. In a year and a half i was almost unrecognizable from how I had spent the first 15 years of my life. I was friendlier, I stopped seeking revenge for things. I even helped my uncle with his farm. I made good friends for my last year and a half of high school, and even they said I was a bit of an oddball, but someone they liked having around because of how cheerful I generally was. I stopped assaukting ither kids and even started preferring to talk things through assertively. I was able to discuss what I wanted without resorting to throwing punches. I learned how to leave things in the past and give second chances. I owe all of that to my aunt and uncle. Even though I really put them through the wringer, they never gave up on me like so many others did. They changed my life for the better. I stopped talking to my dad for a long while too, until I found out he had another kid. So I started watching, intent on taking him to court if he started pulling the same stunts on my baby brother. But I saw something different. He was strict, but he wasnt abusive. Apparently seeing how I changed sparked something in him too, and he was trying to change. He mever asked for second chances or anything like that, and I only found out later that throughout my whoke childhood he was suffering intense PTSD from his tike in combat when he was in the military. He had only recently started working to recover from it. It took a while, but one year after I moved out of my aunt's place, I cane home for christmas and decided to test the waters a bit and asked if i could crash at his place for the week i was there. Living that week under his roof again, I saw a huge difference. He still yelled and he still gave spankings, but he wouldnt full on punch my stepsister or my brother, who was three at the time. As i said, strict, but not abusive. So I did some reflecting again. And by that i mean I gathered some food and disappeared into the woods for a couple days to be alone with my thoughts. What my aunt and uncle taught me about second chances, i wondered if I could give my dad. I only get one dad after all, and if he was really changing for the better, then why hold a grudge? Yeah, i still sometimes stay awake at night because of it. But in the end, if hes changed then why did I want to treat him like he was still abusive? So I gave him a second chance. I talk to him pretty regularly even though i live overseas now. I spend the holidays at his place too. He's like a father. So now I can say for real: i love my dad. And for my aunt and uncle, I owe them everything. They taught me so much. Sorry for the rambling. This started off as my distrust for meds and doctors, and I ended up off track. Guess I just needed to get it off my chest. Keep getting back up, bros. Dont let life keep you down.
Been a frequent flyer it all depends on who's working, some of the nurses were worse than cops, others actually would treat you like a person. For every good experience I had there were at least 5 bad ones.
I’m an emt for a company who does 90% psyche calls so I’ve been in at least 20 different behavioral health centers. They are all the same. If they are brought in by PD naturally they are aggressive and that’s why PD brought them there, and yes they get IM’d almost immediately if they are acting wild. And the rooms are ice fucking cold. All the things he said aren’t true ARE TRUE. They pack 20-50 people in a giant living room with lounge chairs and everyone is assigned a chair. They sit in that chair for days until a facility has a bed available. And even the places with bedrooms are just as bad. Most nurses can’t give or take a proper report, they ALL forgot anything medical related, and most of the BHTs are glorified babysitters who don’t care about patients. I would never ever ever put myself in one of theee places
Some mental hospitals suck. How i know i experienced it. I hate mental hospitals and jails and prisons . They are only good for is helping the extremely dangerous people from the streets that is all. They dont treat people in their like their human instead u get treated like a garage can. Even a dog get treated better then this. Of he works at one then yeah he sees them as good but if he was patient depending on the place he might hate it. I hated it and promised myself when i get out im not coming back. ❤
You are completely wrong. I went through hell well I was sectioned. Including 6 grown adults holding me down and injecting me with medication, I was 14
I’ve been to some with staff that sincerely cared. Been to some where doctors talked to you for maybe 2 minutes and actually ended up in a worse mental state.
Nah. I arrived and they had to search me with a metal detector. They gave me a hospital gown and didn't give me clothes for 2 days. I almost got SA'd in there, and received multiple threats of bodily harm. They didn't really do anything at all. Had a mental breakdown in there and a lady said she'd get me something to calm me down and never came back.
Not just when you sleep but everything you do, they make a big deal out of. They will watch how you eat. How you walk and every little thing they want to comment and gossip out loud infront of you about.
@@kaiyin3842 it's not like that here they show us respect we behave etc an plus the nurses on the ward are required by Law to treat us humanly we can pipe up abt miss treatment at any time
It’s their job, they have to make sure that y’all didn’t escape or offed yourself. I feel bad for the innocent psych nurses that are being berated for simply doing what they’re paid to do
I grew up in a horrible dysfunctional household and at just 9 years old my psych ward made me realize what childhood really should've looked like for me. I missed that place so bad that I nearly cried going home.
During my 3rd hospitalization, I met a kid who was an orphan. She was escaping every home she went to, because all of them simply treated her badly, but so did her orphanage. She purposefully kept hurting herself just to stay there. She felt more love at the hospital than in all the places that were meant to care for her :( She'd be an adult now. I wonder if she has made a home of her own. I wish you, too, the very best of homes 💖
Psych ward experiences I had: • Having to pee in a cup (3 times) • Working on puzzles, having pieces gone missing / stolen by other patients • Grits or scrambled eggs with cheese every morning for breakfast • Rushing back to my room for 10 minute binder breaks between group therapies (being trans in a psych ward is fun lol) • Listening to that one patient overshare a violent story in group therapy • Laughing about suicide jokes in the cafeteria • Sleeping with a thin napkin-blanket and having a light shone in your face every 15 minutes • Roommate snores loud, but is nice • Everyone gets really mad when the smoke breaks are 5 minutes late - Karen tried to call the psych ward manager (patient advocate) • Comparing grippy socks • Borrowing the deodorant another patient there smuggled in her coat • Asking to speak with a therapist one-on-one and never getting to because they’re understaffed • misgendered by everyone except a few friends, despite giving pronouns and gender on a form when I arrived • not learning my patient care plan/goals until the day I was discharged because no one ever met with me • volley ball with a beach ball for activity therapy, except everyone’s in chairs and not allowed to get up • they tell you at least 4 times a day not to have sex with the other patients • hoarding pencils whenever you find one that’s actually sharpened • no bathroom privacy if you’re a man or AMAB (a friend had a nurse peak in while they were peeing) • med adjustment failure means you’re dead tired the whole next day • get lectured by that one nurse who wants you to know that she keeps things in order and actually follows the rules • butterscotch candies • a banana with every meal • learning sign language to communicate with that one friend who was put on solitary • nurses and nurse techs, not therapists, run most of the group therapies, which means they have no clue what’s going on either • lots of handouts • crosswords and word searches • weird comments from a creepy older patient • 1/3 chance of getting a new nickname while there • if you come voluntary and try to leave early, getting switched to involuntary • arguments over phone time and missed calls
TY, is this one on your TikTok too? I hope so, being Bipolar1, I was in and out of psych wards in MD for awhile and I have seen & told a lot of addicts as well don’t be scared, it’s not what you see in the movies!!!
@@drkojosarfo hello! I have a question - I have been having hallucinations for a while and it's distressing me daily. I now have an imaginary friend and I'm worried and I want to go to a psych ward should I go?
It's pretty sick isn't it, to fail to satirise a psych ward and alienate everyone - if you've never been to a ward, we're mocking your understanding, if you have been to a ward, you won't recognise this.
Shiiii I got out of a residential in January after being there for 9 months and I got treated like I was just that piece of gum in the bottom of ur shoe bc I was the youngest ( I was 11/12) now I’ll be 13 in a month
Usually it's the one that seems the craziest that end up being the ones that are just misunderstood, while the ones who look like a normal person are the ones that will eat you when you least expect it.
Yeah my experience was great all though it did jack sh!t to help I allmost want to go back becosu I had people great understood me (I went there on my own will so my experience was likely very deferent I was also in a unit for preteens/ children so it’s was deferent than many others experience)
I remember watching Call me Kevin in the psych ward, since I was the only person there at the time. I only stayed for one day, but besides the horrendous beds (got a headache from how harsh the beds were on my back) it was an oddly comforting place.
There’s The ones that Are being held Down by security and Getting Booty shots and The ones that Just sit there and Are watching TV or playing Cards that Are watching The drama unfold and seeing that defiant person be thrown into a isolation Room
This is actually the perfect way to describe a ward it's not all that bad. I was there for a drug issue and I've been sober for two years now. But they treat you with respect there
I want to thank this comment section, because I was about to give some potentially bad advice to a friend and now I know better. I didn’t know the difference between psych wards and mental hospitals before seeing this short, and having read all your input I believe that my friend would not find the help they need in a ward and that it might worsen their situation. My friend needs treatment and therapy, not to be shut in a box. I realize there is more research I need to do. Thanks for educating me. I appreciate you all speaking up about your experiences, negative as they were. I hope you all find the support that you need.
Ok here’s the truth, it honestly depends on the facility because some places will treat you good and other ones will put you through torture, for example when I was in one I was scared and they didn’t let me cry and it was torture
Before I went to the psych ward for the first time I was convinced it would be something like this or what you think of old mental asylums. So straight jackets, padded rooms, and patients tied to beds. I'm glad it's not.
I went to 3 within 1 week. They were all like the 1st clip. The 3rd one was the best of all but the staff still didn't care. It was the other patients that made me feel better
Them pharmacists will straight hook you up after some blood work at the raise wondow. "So imma gonna need some Ativan for tremors, you say i need folic acid, vit b, vit d, kolonopin. Im also gonna need a nicotine gummie and a patch, and an ensure because i cant eat that food. Also i have a headache sobif you have some fentanyl hook me up. But only ifbitllb outta my system by the time they might release me." Pharmacist: "i got you baby 😘"
