Speaking of mental wards and such, a few years ago I got myself admitted for the usual crap; despair, suicidal ideas, etc. I was crying non-stop, and the so called aid was sitting next to me, watching a television program. She completely ignored me. Although I actually prefer to be ignored when upset, I knew that this was not acceptable behavior on her part. Another staff person responded by bringing me tissues, and then proceeding to treat me like a child, by cooing and offering books, cookies and milk! I can laugh about it now, at least. 
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