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Old Jun 21, 2013, 03:32 PM
Mapleton Mapleton is offline
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Originally Posted by bluebear9048 View Post
My birthday was on June 19th, I turned 15, and you know what ? I was in the psych ward. Sleeping. The entire day. They drugged me up with sedatives and i don't remember much at all, except for eating a nasty plate of macaroni and then going back to sleep. On June 18th, I did something so stupid. I wasn't feeling suicidal. Honestly. But for some reason, I left school during school hours and walked for a bit. I decided I wanted to go buy something for myself. I couldn't find any good stores but I found the bus terminal downtown. I went in there and my anxiety levels were so high, I didn't know what was happening. I lost control. I was talking to myself out loud (something I do when I get anxious in public) and randomly laughing and then crying immediately after. This went on for a bit and the security officers at the bus terminal occasionally asked me what was wrong. I was irritable and I didn't know what to say. But for some stupid reason, I asked them where I could buy a rope. Yeah.. captain obvious much. My feet, my entire life, have always had a mind of their own. I find myself in places I don't need to be, and I end up causing trouble.

Where I was standing at the time, the second floor looks down onto the first floor. There is a railing and you can see way down to the first floor. It is quite a drop but probably wouldn't kill me unless I went head-first.
I'm a really impulsive person, and suddenly I found myself trying to leap over the railing. The security officers, two females, spontaneously acquired supersonic speed and strength, because less than a second later I was being thrown up against the wall and handcuffed. The police were called and I was taken to the hospital.

Despite my attempts to convince them that I am not suicidal, I was admitted. It was horrible. The next day was my birthday and I slept right through it.

I don't know why I'm posting this, maybe someone who reads this has a similar experience to share so I don't feel like my life is completely horrible. I don't know. Someone help me feel better about this
I think the decision to admit you was fair. It sounds like you, maybe, have an axis 1 disorder that you're unaware that you even have it.

Do you have care now? A psychiatrist? The availability of drugs that can actually help now is pretty amazing.

I'm sorry where you spent your birthday... but had you not been stopped, you might not have had another birthday... ever , and you're very young to know how everything will turn out and what can help you.

Good luck.
Thanks for this!
Bark, Nammu