My 4 rules were: never go in to therapy. never take psych meds. never be hospitalized.
(now I can't remember the 4th). But I've broken every one. in that order.
Hospitals aren't quite as bad as our worst fears... they sure are miserable, though, and it feels more to me like being in a jail (not that I've been in one) than a hospital; the bars or grates on the windows, the rules, the orders one has to follow or there are consequences, the 15 minute checks. They are a pain. Sometimes they are the only safe option for me. And then I get there and I hate that I made myself go in. "I could be miserable here, or miserable at home with amenities". But the truth is, I can't be safe at home in those times since I live alone.
The way things are going, I should likely go in soon, but I REALLY don't want to. All kinds of things are triggering behaviors that I can't get them to stop doing. But nothing seriously dangerous, yet. Just all my red flags are up and now is the time I am supposed to be looking at "Relapse Prevention" (not just for addictions, kids - behaviors that end ppl up in hospital, too).
The joys of being DID.
But don't let it fool you - all kinds of high functioning people (including nursing staff) end up in psych, too, sometimes. You gotta do what you gotta do to stay safe. Period.