I was mostly a loner but a few people liked me, but I rarely hung out with anybody. I’m always pleasantly surprised when someone likes me or is friendly to me. I played ping-pong or shot pool with people but I wouldn’t call them friends. When I was in for 8 months I saw cliques and people became friends.
One of my roommates liked me. He would talk to me and try to get me to go out of the hospital on the outings they had. He was a funny guy. He told me that once a year at Christmas he drove a truck from California to Oregon and cut down pine trees, filled his truck and drove back and sold them as Christmas trees. Apparently it was a pretty lucrative business and he invited me to be his partner when we both got out of the hospital . I told my dad this on a visit and my dad actually said it sounded like a good idea. But this guy got out way before me and it never happened.
But I talked to the same people while waiting in line for meals. We were kind of friends while in line but that was as far as it got. But I always ate alone for 8 months.
I never really make friends in the hospital, though a person did reach out to me last time I was in. I’m too reticent. I have a hard time responding to that.
Yes, I made a couple of friends everytime I got into hospital.
It’s easy for me to make friends in hospital, but it doesn’t mean that these relationships always go well or last.
Being in the hospital means that both me and them are not in a very good condition, so even after getting out of the hospital, we need to take care of outselves for a while with not so much time and room for a relationship to grow.
So most relationships ended, some lasted a couple of months, some lasted for years, and there’s one relationship that’s lasting til today. She’s been one of my friends for 6 years.
It’s been hard to be a friend of her, cos she used to be psychotic most of the time, but I like her so I still be friends with her.
For some I always make close friends in hospital. The smoking areas here is where all the action is. Being a smoker I’m often high up in the social food chain in a short time. Depends how quickly I recover though
Has gone extremely sour when I have kept in touch. Many have refused to take the meds after being released and all hell breaks loose with me on the receiving end. So avoid it like the plague now or put a lot of conditions on it. Definitely no dating.
I made some friends. This one lady would call me every single day for months after i left the unit. Never heard from her again after that. i was in a bad state and she said some offensive things…but oh well.
I met some others but never really hooked up with them after the hospital. Some girl gave me her number but she was borderline personality and I felt I couldn’t deal with her symptoms. And a few others…
I have pick up a friend when I was in the hospital four years ago. I am thinking if it is a bad idea. This friend often pushed me to do something I am not ready to do. For one time, I let her know I have a lot of semi precious stones at home. She asked me to give her so that she could sold them and make a profit out of me. She actually said that I need to give her 70% of the money. Recently, she suggested and arranged me to meet her friend who is selling expensive weight control products and is looking for clients. I have a red light I need to better protect myself.
Once upon a time there was a dude Romeo and this chick from my room, Juliette. They fell in love at the house of madness. You must understand that the minimum amount of time one must spend there is 22 days. It was hard for lovers. Eventually,they found this couple ■■■■■■■ in the locked bathroom. So they were sanctioned and separated forever.
I have pick up another friend in the hospital last year. She has bipolar disorder. It is easy to tell she had mental health problem. I dropped her a call last Easter and we spent an afternoon together. She is a great person. I have actually called a few persons to say happy Easter.
The first time I was forced into a ward I was psychotic and hadn’t bathed in a week so I smelt horrible. I kept ranting about the apocalypse. I woke up in the middle of the night and busted in other patients rooms to warn them of their impending doom. Suffice to say no one would talk to me or look me in the face for that matter.
The second time after I tried to commit suicide I was never committed to a ward. I was in the overflow section of the hospital because all the nearby wards were closed. I never talked to anyone because they forced us to stay in hospital beds except to use the bathroom. Luckily they released me before a spot in a ward was opened.
