Many many years ago I was locked up in an institution like you see in Alfred Hitchcock movies with the brick buildings on the spooky hills. I was suicidal and made the mistake of telling the wrong person. Anyway, I am not sure if it saved me or not but I do remember the experience was pretty awful. They just held me and subjected me to some intrusive stuff like watching me shower, taking me way down to the sub level where it is dark and scarey and having a male technician do an ekg. He clearly was inappropriate with the whole thing but who was I supposed to tell? That was a long time ago, and I have worked with many inpatient psychiatric facilities and am pleased to say we have come a long way baby.