My first experience was pretty traumatic. Im not sure I want to go in to much detail.

But it involved them dragging me screaming that I did not need to go to a locked ward for I thought I could convince the pdocs that it was nothing and they would let me go once we did get to the ED. Then they looked at my meds chart... it was christmas night, they couldnt get a hold of my normal pdoc (I was on the other side of the country) and told me I was lying about the meds I was on - I was not, every medication was taken to the label instructions, it just was a hell of a lot of meds to be on. So it went downhill from there, when I found out they were going to admit me I lost the plot. Kicking, screaming, forcibly drugged. They couldnt get in contact with my pdoc so they dropped the majority of my meds all at once (and we all know how well I go without meds a couple days...). I went through hell withdrawals, ended up on 24 hour watch for 2 days, on the 5th day kinda realised I had been there a bit too long for them to keep me locked up even on a holiday (which was why they kept saying I was not allowed to leave and was kept in a secure locked facility), they argued a bit, I had to go in front of a panel, and finally agreed to a transfer to a private clinic.

Whoa that stirred up a bit.. and thats just a very breif! Probably not such a good thing to relive before breakfast haha.

None of my dressing gowns have ties now, they took them all, I've resorted to using the horses ribbons for ties now cos I cant afford to buy new dressing gowns just cos the ties are cut off and the belts are missing. Wow that just made me realise one of these dressing gowns is over 10 years old, whoops, no wonder its getting a bit small.