This is an excerpt from my journal that I kept during my first involuntary psych hospital intake.
It was at a care center called Lighthouse, 2 hours away from where I lived with my family. I hated every second of it. A perfect example of how mental illness patients tend to get poor treatment-
Today has been a decent day, besides only sleeping for 4 hours last night as I was refused medicine for a panic attack… Anyway, I was bouncing off the walls today for the most part, soooo happy to be getting out of this shithouse tomorrow. The nurse made me change my tank top because (and I quote) ‘there was too much temptation from all the horny old men here.’ Apparently she was watching on the cameras… I laughed a little and changed into a t-shirt. It was when I found out that they had cameras in our rooms that I wasn’t laughing (CREEPY)… I spent some time outside in the sunshine today! Ahhh, you miss the little things when you get shut into a shithouse… I mean, lighthouse (HA) for days. I love lighthouses but not this one! The way this place is run is terrible. They almost gave one guy the wrong medicine, but luckily the guy realized…(wonderful). The reviews online for this place say ‘it is the worst in the state for a reason.’ I agree! I am convinced they are only in the business for the money. The way they kick people out like old trash, try and make you go to their references (that they probably get paid for), and the psychiatrist shows up abruptly, unprepared and with only a few seconds to spare for each patient. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the so called ‘therapist,’ is actually just the girl that coordinates your intake and departure, she could give a shit less how you feel! ‘Just fill out your survey’… (PATHETIC).