That's sad, and yes, er's aren't very good at helping with anything that they cant "see" wrong with you. Last summer I went to an ER at the urging of my sister becasue my anxiety was through the roof due to being stalked. Know what those a-holes did? They gave me a shot of something they said would calm me down. They made me unconscious, and while unconscious, put me into their ward, where I was given drugs so strong I couldn't tell you what year it was. I'm still considering suing. I was only released when in front of 12 people at a table I told them what they wanted to hear...at the time I was at risk of losing my job. Assholes!!! I think they knew what they did was wrong and they were only covering their *scared, unfit sissy asses*. I have never heard of any hospital ward doing that to anyone trying just ot get out and back to their life. I needed Xanasx and got that? Knocking a person out and sneaking them in while unconscious. Yup, I will probably sue. I will enver trust a shrink again.
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Originally Posted by spondiferous
I have never been hospitalized. I have tried to get hospitalized but was turned away. I have had to sit in emergency waiting rooms for HOURS while people with colds were let in faster. By the time anyone saw me I was so bloody tired of being there that I just said 'Y'know what, I'm good now, I just want to go home'. The times when I actually stuck through it and said, This is what's happening to me, I don't feel safe anywhere, I don't know what's real and what's not and I'm going to do something hurtful, they would just say there was nothing they could do and send me home. One time I went in there with hallucinations and anxiety so bad I was vibrating and couldn't breathe or stop crying, and after three separate 'interviews' by psychiatrists the head of the department sent me home after joking, 'Don't jump in front of a bus on your way home'.
It's crap. It's so much crap. Not being able to get help when it is needed is no laughing matter. I too had the same problem: I don't 'present' sick. My clothes are clean. I haven't got claw marks all over me and I'm not playing in traffic, or whatever the qualifiers are.
My empathy goes out to all of you for your experiences, varied as they are.  |