Anyone here stayed at the mental hospital?

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...Yeah . It's s part of what destroyed my life .

Twice this year. Once was okay, the other time sucked.

No, thank the lord.
My sister was in one for several months, I don't think it helped and she's not even autistic. I visited her a few times and I think it would be hellish for me. Ending up in a mental hospital is one of my worst fears, I have recurrent nightmares about the idea even...

I was hospitalized 2 years ago and I was treated like a caged animal.

i have been so afraid that the counselor would send me to 5150, that i have purposely avoided certain emotionally loaded topics.

thus rendering counseling more like just small talk or drinking coffee.

thus far nobody sent me to 5150.

one psychologist had the nerve to tell me that he wanted to physically assault the president.

he acted like, he was trying to bait me. into saying "yeah i wanna physically assault the president too.". (snaps) 5150

one counselor asked me three times in one session "does she hrrt you?". what the flying f**k? all interactions help, neither, or hrrt. you can't guarantee just the first two. not all "help" is worthy of the Purple Award. not all "hurt" is a violation of Mandated Reporter Law.

if and when i get another counselor, the first thing i will ask is, under what conditions do they send the client to 5150.

at least four separate mandated reporters immediately asked me "are you thinking about hrrting yourself or someone else?", when i said i was "depressed".

what the flying f**k? is that part of the script their job description tells them to recite verbatim?

depression is a diagnosis, not an emotion.

a diagnosis that a psychologist gave me. a diagnosis that i disclosed. in writing.

In the us at least they can be held legally responsible if they have any reason to believe you will and don't do anything about it. So yes, they were likely trained to do it.

They acted like the correct answer to "how are you doing?" Is "perfect" . All other answers are wrong and the punishment for a wrong answer is 5150


That makes it hard (for me, at least) to tell the lil f*****s anything too dramatic.

The counselor told me that "I wish it did not happen" about the dog bite".

The counselor was making theatrical sighing noises when I told her I got academic probation . And it did not matter, that it was 15 years ago

The counselor told me that she was "sorry" my sister laughed at my haircut.


The counselors act like they do not expect anything bad to ever happen. They act like I have never coped with anything bad before.

They act like they have never done anything wrong before and "the meaning of life is helping people!" (Mister redelings 2006 San Diego)


"Helping people"? "Helping professions"?


f**k those ass holes!! !! !! !

Everything helps someone. Mussolini was helping the Gestapo

"Actions speak louder than words"

The counselors do nothing except sit around flapping their stupid lil trap.

She told me that she earns 75 bucks an hour from insurance

Plenty of statements could "hurt" me 75 bucks

You can't prove nothing anyone tells me could "help" me 75 bucks

But in 62 hours, the counselor did not tell me a single original statement

I've been in the wacky bin 3 times before. The first time was after my "episode" where I was first diagnosed with Schizophrenia back in January of 2011 and I was in there for a full month before being discharged. Being there for that long, I became really accustomed with the food and it didn't seem all bad after that period. Something that stands out the most from that stay was watching the Super Bowl (Packers VS Steelers with The Black Eyed Peas performing the halftime show) with the other "inmates". I was like the big man on campus as my mom brought over a pan of Cheesy Ham Dip and Ritz crackers for all of us to snack on during the game. It wouldn't be until a few months after my discharge that I was officially diagnosed as being on the spectrum. The second time was back in August of last year. I don't remember much about it and was only in for a week before discharge. The most recent was early February of this year where I was also in for only a week, but I remember a bit clearer. The events leading up to it were me breaking up with the first girlfriend I'd ever had because she was becoming too overbearing and I was tired of always having to defend myself from her accusations as well as losing my wallet which had EVERYTHING in it. Nowadays, I've gotten back to talking with my ex every once in awhile, but I keep feeling like she's trying to get back together with me and I don't want that after how she hurt me, but that's a whole nother story.

Yes, when I was 13. I had a meltdown in the psychiatrist's office and started sobbing while curled into the fetal position. I didn't know that I was autistic then or that it was a meltdown. It was just something that happened. He had been prodding me about something I really didn't want to discuss and I was already feeling depressed and fragile.

He had never seen me like that and immediately came to the conclusion that I was a danger to myself. I told him that no, I wasn't suicidal and actually this happened quite often.

2 weeks in the looney bin. I met people who really needed to be there but it didn't help me one bit because... well, I wasn't suicidal. One girl tried to strangle herself with her bath towel. A guy who was in there for bludgeoning his 4-year-old sister nearly to death stalked me around the place and tried repeatedly to talk me into breaking out with him.

Eventually the shrink admitted that he was wrong (Oops, sorry!) and I was released. I came out far worse than I went in.

The cherry on top was that my parents were often quite cruel and manipulative. They used the threat of sending me back to the hospital every time they decided that I was acting out. They knew the hospital terrified me so that was the stick they used on me.

This broke my trust in psychiatry such that I didn't see a shrink again until I was 37 and absolutely desperate for help. Fortunately I found competent help this time around.

I did twice when I was a kid. It was distressing, but at the same time I got o meet new people. When I was there he first time, I was about 5-6 and was put in a room with teenagers who I got along with. But at the same time, the staff disrobed me during meltdowns to stick a needle of tranquilizer in my rear end during both times. It's bittersweet, as I have memories that are both positive and negative there.
Fare was mostly American food, but I was too distressed to eat the second time. I would have been sucidal if it wasn't for the other kids. The first time, I was too young to remember the food and heavily drugged.

I did more than 10 years ago, I remember growing a hatred for the place as soon as I entered the front gates. I stayed there for four grueling months.

I know it doesn't count because I haven't actually been a patient, but when i was a nurse's aide I worked a shift on the psych ward in a hospital.

I was in mental health hospital for about 24 hours in II 2016. I did not inform my family that I go there. I was not prepared to staying in the hospital for weeks. Next day my mother and grandmother arrived to the hospital and I decided to go back to my home. My psychiatric observation was not finished.

14.8.2015 I was taken by ambulance to the psychiatrist from crowded religious sanctuary. The visit with the doctor was short and I fastly returned.

I was in day hospital (Polish: oddział dzienny) three times:
- 4.4.2016 - 24.6.2016
- 8.11.2016 - 27.1.2017
- 27.4.2017 - 24.7.2017.

I was in one once.
I stayed for maybe two months.
I was sent to pick a homeless shelter in Florida. Thus, me being homeless for 4 months. I was 26.

I did for almost a year, with a brief period during which I was discharged but that did not go well. Didn't do much good for me. I had ups and downs and they tried all kinds of medication on me until they found one that stabilized me. Never made much progress in therapy though.

I stayed in a ward with people with all kinds of different problems (including pedophiles and people who had committed criminal offenses). In retrospect, it's scary how quickly I got used to the things that were usually happening over there. I have vowed never to go back to such a place.