December 2014 – 20 years ago…wasn’t that bad since the staff believed me when I said I needed to go in. It was probably the only time I was ever admitted voluntarily.
Also had a hospitalization in northern Italy the previous year probably because I had really bad jet lag. It was interesting being in a mental hospital where almost nobody spoke English.
December marks the 4 year anniversary, I’ve come leaps and bounds to everyone, I have, I remembered recently I nearly Strangled another patient incase they were a spy, so I have come far, I just don’t think I’m ever going to get better than the constant fights with insight. We shall see!
Take care,
Meg.
8 years ago; the med’s helped the most.
My first and only hospitalization was from September 29th to October 2nd this year. It helped in the sense that I was put on medication, but didn’t do much more than that. It did give my brother some time to calm down since he was furious at me about what I did, so it did give me somewhere safe to be and gave my family time to take everything that happened in. I did meet a good friend in there who reminded me to stay positive, which was really helpful advice at the time. Some of the group therapy sessions we had helped a little bit with getting used to socializing again, but you basically had no choice of whether or not you wanted to go to them if you wanted to get discharged as early as possible. I got a little paranoid near my discharge day, thinking things like the other patients didn’t want me to get discharged and that they knew what I did that landed me in the hospital. I always tried to rationalize that, though, by telling myself I was just paranoid/anxious about being released and that all the other patients are probably happy to see someone else make it out of there like I was. One of my roommates also gave me a pair of jeans which was really nice of him. Until then I was still wearing the green paper pants you have to put on in the emergency room and they were really torn up by the end.
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Last stay in hospital was from May 1981 to March 1983, so over 30 years ago. At the time the staff said I’d be back in within 6 weeks. I think that if I had not come out of hospital with my wife to be and had done so alone then back in within 6 weeks might well have been the case.
It was the first time living independently in the community and I was basically clueless.
Back then it was easier to get admitted but now it’s very much restricted to acute cases that are a danger to themselves or others and have been sectioned. More chronic cases like myself are managed in the community.
my last admission was 1 year 5 months a go
Has it really been 9 years?
Time flies, but the memories seem more like yesterday.
It still rings odd as when it happened, but, I suppose it always will for my own safety.
2 years ago, about 6 years since my first one.
Last psychiatric stay was four months in 2008.
I was admitted for two weeks in 2010 if I remember correctly. I remember that my psychiatrist gave me a heavy shot of Clopixol depot. I was so confused from the meds and the illness that I cannot remember much from the stay. I remember one morning that I saw my psychiatrist she said…“I can see that you are still in there somewhere” …That thought helped to keep me going to keep on fighting.
Last admission was in 2008, after being a stuck in the revolving door for about almost a decade. My experiences and those of my roommates in the low-income co-ed wards was not safe. It alternated between dead silence and chaos, no in between. the cops were sometimes there with a prisoner who they’d stick in the wards with us. they’d leave them in the tv room on a bed and they’d be guarded there all the time. That was actually not that bad, since the cops kept the other patients under their watch, too…when they were gone it was worse.
I got sexually assaulted inside during my 20’s (2001-2008), more than once and at more than one facility. I am now more traumatized than ever before (and I had already experienced assaults outside the wards, so I was already all ptsd’d out). Yes, I reported it to doctors AND mental health techs for two occasions, still had to live with the perpetrator in the same wing for weeks (both times), and this isn’t including the physical assaults I saw, threats of death I faced, and the staff who were negligent most of the time. later found out that one attacker is now in atascadero for the crime of raping a mental patient inside the hospital, so I guess I was lucky that I got away before I was assaulted worse…
The hospital didn’t help, it made me worse.Been 10 years now. no positive symptoms, but i’ve got a pretty bad ptsd thing from the assaults that took place on someone’s watch.
my worst fear is going back into the hospital. I’d rather flee to Canada and seek refuge there.
My last admission was march 2015 to MHRC they don’t put the bill on your credit report kinda hospital.
My last hospitalization was in November of 2013. I was under so much stress that I started having a mixture of homicidal and suicidal ideation, and experiencing psychosis. It wasn’t really a nice thing to go through, though I miss some of the patients. I often wonder where they are now and if they ever think of me once in a while.