Every time I was locked up in the hospital I wanted to go home. I always wanted to go home, so being locked up would affect me greatly. I was almost put away by my mother who didn't know what to do with me. Just lock me up and forget about me. I think that was the hardest part. I would need to function in the outside world and it would utterly destroy me and all my sense of self. I think I would be completely delusional and lose all track of reality. When I was in the hospital all I did was sleep, didn't shower didn't do anything, just slept.
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