Oh my word...I have only been IP once as an adult and I went to a ward with patients that were the sickest of the sick. It was, to an extent, frightening because some patients were so out of control. I talked to almost no one. One of the few people I did talk to was horrible for me and they put her in a room with me. She was out of her mind manic and particularly hyper religious and since I have a rich history of hyper religiousity and was already psychotic, she was rubbing off on me (and making me exceptionally paranoid with all of the scripture quoting and damning). The resident psychiatrist apologized to me, gave me my own room, and tried all he could to separate us. The ONLY therapy we had was twice a day for a half an hour but it was a joke. Like I mentioned, the patients very sick so no one came and at least one who did come was manic and interrupted any and everything that was expressed. We couldn't have shoe strings, of course. There were no electronics whatsoever. What I did like was you could use the phone for almost the entire day and you could have visitors almost all day until an evening cutoff time (I don't remember what time that was). The food was terrible. The staff was great.