Personally I'm pretty subdued in hospitals. I've never been one to lose control. For the most part.

Once when I was 15 I tried to strangle myself with my shoelace. The nurse saw the marks around my neck and followed me back to my room. I got pissed and refused to leave the room. Two big guys "escorted" me out and put me in the quiet room. I ran around the quiet room screaming until they threatened to shut and lock the door (I'm terribly claustrophobic). Then I just sat in the middle of the quiet room and bit a hole in my wrist, just to prove to them they couldn't keep me safe if I didn't want to be safe. Then I was given Thorazine and passed out. I ended up in a residential group home after that.

The night I got to the group home one of the residents climbed up on the roof of the house and jumped off, then ran away. One time my roommate slept in the closet. Another time a resident left and went to dunkin donuts for a vanilla chai, then tried to steal a staff memeber's purse.

As an adult, I don't remember a lot of most of my stays, but a couple stick out. One time I was woken up around 2am to another patient screaming and cursing at staff because they wouldn't give her breakfast. She thought it was morning and thought they were intentionally denying her.

Another time I was admitted into the ward in the middle of the night, maybe 3 or 4am. My roommate was sleeping but I must have woken her. She started talking quietly. I thought she was talking to me until I realized she wasn't speaking English. I was mixed as hell and wanted to put a pillow over her head to get her to shut up. So I got up and started pacing In the dark next to my bed. Eventually she was practically shouting to herself in another language and I was pacing and trying to tear my hair out. We made quite a pair.

One of the most bizarre things happened the last time I was hospitalized. About six of us were sitting in silence in the day room. Everyone seemed calm. This was the acute care unit so we were all very sick. My husband had died just a week ago so I was practically mute. All of a sudden, this small, quiet, polite girl just gets up and runs full speed at the screen door, punching it with all her might. It was reinforced but her hand started bleeding heavily from the wire lining the glass. She just sat back down as if nothing had happened, and no one batted an eye. I looked around, waiting for someone to say something, but no one did. So I got up and informed the nurse. They took her to bandage up her hand. I'm still amazed that no one even reacted to what happened.

I probably have a lot more but like I said, at this point most of my stays are fuzzy.