I'll share this post about my experience and I won't repeat it otherwise because I really only need to go into once. I'm pretty fresh out of IP, only about nine hours. Keep in mind, the hospital I was at this time wasn't my usual IP (one that I can actually trust). To describe it with as little triggering as possible and in two words, these ones come to mind: Psychological torment. Sure, I'm not depressed or dealing with SI anymore, but that really just shifted with the swing. I wasn't ever actually treated. No meds, no therapy, nothing. I was housed. I was still dealing with SI and depression for the first two days and when it was gone, I was simply feeling those two words I already listed. I saw my social worker once, and that was today, and my doctor a grand total of twice while I was in there. The first time I saw him and was describing that I believed "this place is making me feel worse. I haven't had symptoms from my PTSD like this since before I knew what was wrong with me," but was simply told, and I quote: "I don't believe you're of sound mind enough to make that conclusion." Not of sound mind? Seriously? I was of sound mind enough to get some **** ing help, wasn't I? It's not like I was manic or some ****.
Honestly, writing this is just pissing me off at the moment, so I leave it alone for a bit. I might talk about it later, but I don't know if I'll make another thread about it. All I know, is the next time I'm required to go IP, I better be **** ing manic. That place doesn't treat crazy, it creates a lot of it out of thin god damn air.