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I've recently been diagnosed with bipolar. Come to find out, I also have post traumatic stress disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, and Major Depression.
I've been on and off medications, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of deal with doctors lacking compassion. I'm sick of it. Down right sick. I got to the point about a month ago to where I was about to end it all, I had it all planned. But I said no, I can't do this to my boyfriend or my family. So I checked myself voluntarily into a psychiatric facility. My mom was there with me. This facility was recommended by my psychiatrist. They told me lies after lies after lies. They told me when I was being checked in, that I would NEVER under any circumstances be mixed with the extremely mentally ill. (psychosis, schizophrenia, dementia and the likes) Well, that was a lie. Everyday, 3 times a day, I was mixed with them. They would scream and laugh at you, pulled my hair, tugged my arms. And one guy broke his plastic fork in half and started stabbing himself in front of me. The nurses that were 'watching over us' were just there for a paycheck. They were rude and unkind. Before I checked in, I was also told I would have my medications when I got to me room, and that I would see a psychiatrist that day. Lie? Yes. I went without medication for 2 days, and did not see a psychiatrist until the day before I left. I wanted out of there so badly that I called me my mom telling her "GET. ME. OUT." She called, and admissions told her I could sign a 10-10 form stating that I wanted to leave. After I had been there for 72 hours. Later on, my actual psychiatrist from the outside came in, because she works there in her spare time and told me that was a complete lie, that I could sign the form at any time i wanted too. So I did, that day. The nurse was very rude about giving me the form. When I first arrived there, I was strip searched. No one told me that this would happen. I was very uncomfortable. I am getting this story out because I want people to really and truly check into a mental facility before they go there. I want them to understand. By the time I had gotten out of there I had lost 6 pounds from lack of food, because there was hair in it, and I had the flu and a fever of 102, which they did not want to get me medication for. I have recently resorted to self harm, cutting my wrists. But it hurt my boyfriend so bad that i will no longer do it. I sleep almost 24 hours a day, but somehow, SOME WAY I have got to get out of this, I have got to help the people like me, like us, with no one. In a bleak world full of doctors who just want a paycheck. I WILL make a difference.

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I have had both a good hospital experience and a bad one, though not as bad as yours. I still believe there are caring mental care professionals out there. I have a very caring psychiatrist who I'm afriad is running out of options in the med department. He can't seem to find anything to bring me out of my depression, but he keeps trying.

[Andysmom]

Both of my hospital stays were fine, not that I ever want to go back! My Pdoc and I have a partnership and I trust her completely.

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Scary

Thanks for sharing.