Psych Ward Mind Fuck's

Mania...Medication...Sedation...Insurance is still paying...Justification for extended stay...Thorazine Cocktails...ECT's...1973 Movies to watch and learn...Restriction...Emergency Detention Order...Forced Medication Court Order...Court Commitment...

'It's the Illness talking'...'Go sit down somewhere'...'Coffee is to Stay in the Dining Room'...'Room Search'...'You've lost Smoke Break for not going to basket weaving'...'Sharp Stick'...'Do you want 4-ways?'...'You will have to ask the Doctor'...You need to talk to the Nurse about that'...'Your Hungry? Nothing to eat Until Breakfast, NO EXCEPTIONS'...

Seclusion Room...Bathroom Privileges...Passing out on the Hallway Floor--for a few Hours....Inappropriate...Time out...Being woke up for the 15th time to take your Sleeping Pill...Group Time...75 Pound Dining room Chairs.

Roommate is trying to flush your favorite T-Shirt down the toilet...Over medicated...Eyes Fixate on Him in Amazement...Flushing over and over...Staring with Mouth Wide Open...Drooling all over the gown you've been put in...Don't Care.

Simply Grab me by the Shoulders, Turn or Pivot my body in the Desired Direction...Tap me on the back to get me going...I will walk in that direction until Intercepted by another Staff...or a Wall...No Idea of the Destination, Just Shuffle in the Direction Sent.

Watching the Clock while reading a Better Homes and Garden Magazine from 1974...Make a Mad dash for the Elevator...They Tackle you...Now you have lost your Shoes.

Standing in the Medication Line, Little cup of Pills and Capsules, Hand to Mouth wash them down with a paper Dixie Cup of warm tap Water. Tongue up, Tongue down, Tongue side to side, not too fast though, the Nurse might get Pissed or Overly Excited...

'You will have to ask the Doctor in the morning'..OK, now that is it, I am putting this in your Chart!'

Next Day...Your Still the Same, Nothing Has Changed. The Insurance has ran out, Congratulations--Your Discharged!

Now make sure to put on your Stocking Cap, and Gloves. Keep your Coat zipped up, sorry, we know it's 76 Blocks to the Shelter and 5 degrees below outside, But you are Discharged...So Good Luck and Good bye.....

 

Sorry shelter's full...move along

 

that enviornment is enough to make anyone crazy

 

Been there, done that.

 

And it Sucks bad. I havent been inpatient for 2 or 3 years now.

Last time locked up on the Psych Ward, I did not know that they had wired the payphone to ring to the Nurses Station when Emergency '911' is dialed so I had no way to call an Ambulance to take me somewhere else. they never did honor my request in the past...Now I cant even beg and plead. The give me a bill for over $10,000 I shoud have got that for pain and suffering for each day I was detained against my will.

Peace the Government owned Disabled mental patient RX

 

trips to crazytown just aren't all that. one was enough for me.

 

Yeah, it sucks big time. I've been out and stayed out for 30 years now but I can remember all the bull shit to well. I can remember the shock treatments and this little maze of rooms that they had. The food really sucked, I lost about 40 pounds in the 6 weeks that I was in. It took alot of time and therapy but I got over it. I hope that you can too.

 

You Will Get Better...as Soon As Your Insurance Runs Out. Pretty Fucked Up Ain't It?

 

No Memory of making this Thread. Must have been some sort of 'Psych Ward Flashback'.

I lose time and end up back in time. They fed me way too much Thorazine in the 90's now my brain is toast.

Peace-rx

 

oh man, this brings me back.
The psych ward is a total mind fuck in itself.

 

yeah it is.... i was only there for a week or two ever... actually some of those things that you wrote about remind me of rehab too.

 

Someone forget to take there meds? No seriously though, I have a friend who is schizophrenic. Thorazine is bad of course, but some people really do need to take meds (not thorazine) just to function in society. If you don't have a serious mental problem, consider yourself lucky. I've seen first hand how it can ruin a persons life.

 

So I am unlucky to have a serious mental problem. I agree. Sitting here watching a movie "The Hours". I take the meds, still never knowing and without warning, when a 'MOODSWING' will shift from hour to hour, day to day, minute to minute. Happy, then agitated. Followed by severe depression all occuring at any part of my day. Never knowing what my brain will swing to at any given time.

Ruin a life? Possibly, More of being life Consumed- Hell. Quality of life turns its twist to the down time of merely being an existance when the depression hits. Never knowing. It is easy for me to try and make it all sound so funny, like denial. Truth told- over years it is just more and more difficult and itself just consumes me, Knowing it is cronic never to go away. This current mood is one of those depressed times. I hate it. I hate being alive while unable to 'Live' only in existance. Sit, medicate, and wait. Wait for the upswing, and what goes up must come down. So freaking true.

Peace and better days- Rx

 

I have severe psychosis, Depression, paranoia with just a dash of schozophrenia.

Psychosis and schizophrenia have great potential to ruin a life, but with me, I grew up with em', and thought it was all normal. So it doesn't really affect my day-to-day life.

peace&Love

 

I know someone that will flash back to their time spent in a psych. ward. It's really sad. It's like she's there again.

 

its kind of like Hotel California---You can check out any time you like but you can never leave.

 

jesus, why do "doctors" think they have the right to do this shit to people, they did it to my husband. i think they work on the basis of kill or cure, only people end up somewhere inbetween, and that aint good.

 

The entire community mental health system is some sort of a 'underground' operation. The worst part of the system is that you never knew it even existed untill you are part of it. Then- boom!

I do not get itemized billing statements from my mental health care provider, however I do know that for 8 months of outpatient therapy and service's which I recieved through the state to appeal a Managed Card type program, in the 8 months they had billed Medicad over $27,000. Things like the biweekly home visit is billed at $120 per 50-minute Casemanagment services. FOUR 'Home Visits' bill medicaid more than my MONTHLY disibility income. In the last 12 years I have not yet gross in a year in 1994 when I was working vs. My Monthly Disibility 'Benifit' having been less than $10,000 per year.

the system is a dirty dictatorship feeding the employees paychecks and CEO his T-Bone every night. Those who they feel will qualify for state assitance the 'keep' under lock and key. At close to 40K per year per client, from the state why would they honestly want us to ever recover? rx

 

I LOVE THAT!


It's sad though. Fortunately I can't relate. I was in a children's facility when I was thirteen for about a week. But that doesn't compare to the picture you drew. Really sad.

 

And really you know the fucked up part of it all? I bitch and moan about the Throazineand being a fucking drone. Well seems anything in retrospect is better than this fucked up existance I have now. To have what? Good Days? What good days? They dont fucking exist. A good day my ass. A day. An hour. A minute. Revolving around some bullsit medications I hate and dont want to even deal with the slow decay of my life. The non existance of my own knowing of when and what my mentality will be or my mood at any one damn moment in a day on those 'good days'. I want back on thorazine man.

I want to be so freaking drugged up all the time that I am where I was 10 years ago totally unawre of reality and not giving a shit about anything. the chemical labotomy. The mother of all escapes. No one I know even understands why they wont give it to us any more. they used to give us hundreds of thorazien pills a month then back in the mid 90's everyone WOKE UP! man you go so many years on a fucking trip of being aout of reality and not knowing what is or what has went down, all sorts of memories not rememered and flooded with emotion not having had emotions for years and damn its like. fucking stupid and life is a bitch and I am foced to live in this personal hell tthey have shown me a way. a way that living while drone and not caring.

I want to be fucked up on thorazine, 21 again and going to the children's zoo with our little packed lunches and our sunblock instead of being all responsible and trying to maintain at current level of functioning...ADL's fuck this I need an under table and become drunk all the damn time.

Sedate me!!!!!!!!!! RX