Just got home from a 5 day visit to Psyc ward . Still felling a bit down but glad to be back home.
All’s well that ends well.
Getting freedom back after being locked in a hospital for days always feels good.
You might want to visit a website about relapse prevention.
Be careful @colwatt.
Coming out of the Hospital is a sensitive time.
I quickly relapsed after getting out of the Hospital and had to go back.
Welcome home!!!
My ÂĄ inpatient time was like a safe refuge for me, it was quite a letdown to be released back into the wild.
Second day back out and im feeling better. Trying to find constructive things to do life back at home seems very slow compared to busy ward.
I miss the hospital too. Absolutely no responsibilities there. But in someways it was bad for me because it made real life seem hard.
You guys must have gone to nice hospitals. Mine were dimly lit, little natural light, painted kind of grey inside, and the daily program was a grind to get thru. Best thing was the hamburger they would serve occasionally. No outside time and I don’t think the air was fresh at all. I think a couple stints I got worse from being inside the lockup
Ok in all fairness one time found me a great dr on the outside and another time one put me on lithium which I am thankful for, though they took me off lamictal which might have been better, who knows
I’ve been inside 5 times, and I got the memories to prove it
I hated the hospital too.
Three trips there made my condition worse.
The fourth trip they tried to help me though but the damage had already been done.
Was the best ward ive ever been on large gardens to roam around even had an allotment where they grow their own veg. Staff all realy nice and helpfull lots of activities to get involved in the even gave me extra Vallium when i needed it.
I’ve been to seven different psychiatric hospitals all over Northern California, some good and some not so good, some with lots of delusionals (not me, which makes it loud and unsafe feeling) some pretty quiet and organized. Sometimes I couldn’t sleep at all, sometimes all I could do is sleep. Different meds, different diagnosis. The only thing they all had in common was no caffeine, no cigarettes and plenty of Ativan. Somedays on the outs I feel I would be lots better off back in, no responsibilities other than to get better.
I went into a psych ward holding area where they put you before the psych ward opens up room and I had to stay over night there. Well I fell asleep and they woke me up to take what they called Ativan. What happened next I’ll ever forget. I was in my own room and on the wall start this scene with dancing monkeys and skeletons to music. I freaked out and called for the dr. When he came his chin was glowing bright yellow. He decided to let me sleep in the hallway with a bunch of other people. I was tripping on something that night, not sure what it was. I accused them of testing lsd on me. But after a long while I fell asleep. I never had anything like that happen before and never again.
Does anyone have a similear hallucination experience. I mean monkeys and skeletons dancing to creepy Caribbean music. Or glowing yellow body parts ?
I’d really like to get atleast one comment on my previous post. Anyone?
I hallucinate real people and my brain can even change my surroundings and make me think I am in a different place. I can’t really tell I am hallucinating. The way I figured it out was that I had a conversation with a little girl who came into the room through a wall and a chair. We had a conversation but then I figured out I was hallucinating.
I have never had any hallucinations like that.
Wow that’s rare, do the visual hallucinations happen often? Or is it like you said , you can’t tell?
I think I only hallucinate off meds. But no real way to tell.
The worst hallucination I ever had was that I was on a stage with an emcee and he said I was the worst person in the world and I had to die but they wouldn’t kill me. I had to kill myself. There were thousands of people in the audience and I thought that everyone in the world was watching me and everyone who wasn’t in the audience was at home watching me on tv. It got crazier than that but it would be too much to type and read.
I am assuming this was a hallucination and didn’t really happen. It felt real to me. I accused my doctor of giving me LSD too.
One time I was in a psych hosp and I was high af on Ativan and my husband called me. My husband asked how I was doing and I complained about having just seen the shrink who didn’t like what I was saying and therefore dismissed me by saying “oh I see you’ve had your prn”. My husband said he probably has a 2 inch ■■■■■. Well I got up a went over to where he was seeing another patient and starting pounding on the glass and screamed “you have a 2 inch ■■■■■and you need to go ■■■■yourself with it”
My husband wasn’t too happy it might be awhile before I got to come home. But you know, now that I think about it, I don’t think I ever heard a word about it except from my husband. Whats your bizarre psych hosp story?