Every few days you might see a pdoc for a few minutes. No therapy, no groups, no social worker, no help. Just drugs morning and evening and the nurses hide the rest of the time. No crafts, though I think they provide some crayons and you can scribble on old newspapers. No access to fresh air or exercise or sunshine. There used to be a courtyard with grass but they gave it to the hospital visitors so their dogs can poop there and we are now locked out. Food is all canned. It's the least possible effort at my local hospital. It really is a useless place, just a jail, really, though in jail you'd have the right to fresh air and exercise once a day at least. There are no Pdocs where I live and you have to wait until you try to kill yourself to get in. I'm appalled by the lack of services. When you get out there's no follow up. I'm always amazed when i hear people get help in hospitals. I wish, I just wish.