Okay here is my ER experience.

I was taking the shot Depo Provera which has a side effect of severe depression and that is what I was having. My mom and Husband called my OB. I would only see 2 doctors out of the 7 that are there because only two am I 100% comfortable with. If I am not comfortable then you miles well forget trying cause I am 100% stubborn. Anyway, the 2 doctors were not available but I talked to the one who delivered my daughter and she said to go to the ER then I talked to one of the nurse's from my OB office who suggested "Psych ER". I said absolutely not and that I would go to regular ER but not psych ER. She PROMISED me up and down I would be going to the "Regular" ER. So okay I agreed. I didn't want my husband there because I was so angry at him thinking this was his doing. So, anyway we get there and a nurse came to get me to take me down this hallway which was regular ER till she turned me into another hallway which turned into "Psych" ER. I didn't know I was in "Psych ER" till they put me in an all metal room. I was freaking out. Then the nurse J was just sitting there waiting for me to put my gown on. She was going to watch me undress. I told her no so she left BUT she opened the blinds for EVERYONE in the hallway to see me (Security MALE guards, Nurses, Doctors, Patients, etc.) I changed. Then she had a "Patient Companion" girl come in to sit in my room. Every word I said or every move I made, she wrote it down on a sheet of paper. They made me take my WEDDING rings off and they wanted to lock everything I had up. I told them no but my mom took my wedding rings from me and wouldn't give them back.

My husband did show up after I told my mom to call him. The Psych doctor asked him if he wanted me admitted. He told them no and if he did say yes, They would have admitted me. I felt alone, scared, abandoned. I had to AGREE to see a Psychiatrist in order for me to leave to go home. When we left, It was like walking out of prision. It was FREEDOM for me again. It was like I hadn't been outside for 35 years. I did end up going to see a Psychiatrist in May and he told me I didn't need to be seen again. He told me that my OB was stupid to send me to the ER and that all It seemed that I had was a panic attack which I did have as soon as I saw my husband in my ER room. I could barely catch a breath.

I have nightmares and I have daymares (Day nightmares) about it. It is ALL I think about. All I can talk about. It is consuming my life.