Have you ever been committed to a mental ward?

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Yes, today it's a lot easier to keep in touch when everyone has an e-mail, but it wasn't common at that time. Got a postal address though, but the girl has most certainly moved out in the meantime and I wouldn't know what to write anyway after such a long time


I can only guess they were hoping that facing his phobia and experiencing nothing bad from it would have some healing effect. It was probably followed up by individual talks or so. Still it seems rather cruel to me.

Sectioning is the same as committing in a way.
It means that because I refused to stay, they got 2 doctors to sign a form keeping me there against my wishes.

Hahaha I was only on a very new adolescent ward. I just spent my whole time being restrained LOL. Didn't care for much else, except trying to asphyxiate a psychiatrist, which was what got me sent to the secure ward. But trying to stab a nurse with a blunt knife in a secure ward... NOT clever. Besides, this was only the beginning of last year. I often discussed torture methods with this other girl, and then we found ourselves strangely attracted to a certain nurse, who we named Spud. It was strange there. But that ward was more like a friggin holiday camp inside a building. It was the secure ward where I pretty much stayed in my room most of the time because the very obese woman that kept stripping and the semi-paedophile were people that I didn't want to get involved with.

Tell me how it was like a vacation camp! What was there? I wanna go there!

Forgive me, I haven't read the rest of this thread (no disrespect intended people!) but it was of the idea that "in the land of the insane, the rational man is considered mad" that it reminded me of; I seem to have spent my life in that land!

Did stimming, in any form, ever kill anyone? Not on a major scale, that's for sure! Hand flapping maybe, or obsessions? Well maybe the latter; I'm reminded of the observation of Camus (and many more philosophers) that it's not money, but rather the quest for status, which is the real root of all evil.

If you don't intent to hurt or exploit others, and if your behaviour does no harm (other than to "irritate" these weird "normals") then keep on stimming!

I wish, it would be a great way to eat for free and have a roof under my head (for free).

If I was ever committed without my will I would just start acting "normal" to society's norm and they would be like "why is he in here?"

Stone House Mental Hospital
Some number of years ago when I was much youger.
I had become delusional paranoid and hallucinating. Although voluntarily admitted I have no doubt that had I refused treatment I would have lost it and found myself sectioned (refers to section of mental health act involuntary admission) and that is scary.
It was not one of the better experiences of my life although I probably had more sex with more people than at any other time in my life (2 girlfriends and a boyfriend). I was able to sneak out to visit the local pub, most of the nurses were very nice but there was one b*****d who enjoyed having power and made life difficult.
I was dosed up with Largactol which was not to pleasant (except when washed down with an illicit pint).
My main objective after getting in there was to get out which I did after 6 weeks by getting a job.
I could somewhat enjoy some of the occupational therapy activities (basket weaving etc.). I am one of those perverse types that enjoys group therapy and during these activities we had a relaxation session which was always not long enough for me to space right out
I did meet some interesting people but I would not recomend it.

He was an older man, possibly his late 50's or 60's, that I would occaisionally see in the tunnel going though one of the older buildings. One side of his face was covered with scars from the blast, and he was missing his eye on the side of the face that recieved the blast. --I asked the Psych Tech escorting me about him, she said that he had been there for many years, and that he had attempted to kill himself with a shotgun.

The only time I was committed was in 2005. My mom blackmailed me through Probate Court. Me and Grandma Strait (her mom) both know something has come over my mom in the past 2 years. She has become more controlling than ever. I can't stand that side of her! In the end of it all (around May 2005), I proved her wrong, but she did NOT go to jail for perjury. That *SUCKS*! I am so glad that former President Reagan NEVER signed that mental health bill. I've read horror stories about psychiatric hospitals for many years. Plus my own two parents have told me plenty of horror stories before I owned my own computer and paid for my own internet connection. Since then I've read plenty of horror stories written all over the internet. Luckily Hamilton County, Ohio's Probate Court only keeps Civil Commitment Records for 3 years after the case is closed. However, I was probated @ University Hospital in Cincinnati, OH, and they keep their copy of the records of the hospitalization for 10 years. Keep in mind I've been to their Psychiatric Emergency Services (PES) department plenty of times in the past 2 years (I go there almost every time I have a real bad case of sensory overload cuz it makes me very hostile towards the person who gave it to me). So really until I successfully avoid PES for 10 years straight, University Hospital will still have records to prove Probate Blackmail Oh Five ever happened. Fortunately the Court WON'T have records after May 2, 2008 (YAY !)

The worst experience I ever had in a psychiatric hospital was at CARITAS Peace Center in Louisville, KY in 2000. They called the Code Team on me just cuz I wouldn't let go of my laptop computer. Plus they wouldn't let me sign with the Deaf boy on the unit. They violated my human rights. As soon as my mom came down to Louisville and I showed her the rules and told her the punishments I was on because I signed to that Deaf boy, she started working on pulling me outta there against medical advice. Luckily I was only there altogether 9 days. THE WORST 9 DAYS OF MY LIFE SO FAR ! Since then I have boycotted all departments of the State of Kentucky...ESPECIALLY Mental Health. I will NEVER move to the State of Kentucky. Ohio's laws are strict though. I'm looking for a state with more lax laws but NOT a mental health system that'd treat me anything like Kentucky's mental health system did. Maybe the State of Washington would be better. My previous mental health case managers in 2005 did a lot of research on Seattle and found out how Seattle is so friendly to the Deaf-Blind. Plus I'm doing some research on the laws of the State of Washington myself.

Every time I see someone on the Metro buses around Cincinnati carrying a bag that says, "Louisville Slugger" on it, I have painful flashbacks of CARITAS. My experience there is why I'll NEVER meet new people in Kentucky. I know my mom's good friends in Cold Spring, but going to visit them is the only reason I ever have to let myself go to Kentucky FOR ANYTHING. I'll NEVER become a resident of that state. NEVER!

Plus I gotta be careful listening to the song "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood which came out earlier this year (2007). She mentions a Louisville Slugger baseball bat (she pronounces it "Looeyvill"). Sometimes that can give me painful flashbacks.

I almost got sent back when I was in the 10th grade. I was looking at six months. I was actually going to be in the psychiatric wing of the Bethsaida Naval Hospital (BNH is the hospital the President generally goes to) all the way over on the East Coast... I was going to be part mental patient, part research subject (childhood schizophrenia). I got off on a technicality in that I'd been diagnosed with it at age 13 and not age 12, but I was literally packing my bags and was going to be shipped out to there in two weeks.

I actually wanted to go. I saw it as an extended vacation because I figured that it'd be way the hell better than my high school. Then again, they probably would've made me do schoolwork while I was there. Hmmmmm....

This planet is one big mental hospital, jus' FYI and all that....

No I haven't and I haven't been close to going in either. I know some people who have been in though.

Yes, 3 times in close succession. But, as always, I am the Aspergian princess. I was kept separate from others since I cannot psychologically handle others when I am vulnerable. I had a special room alongside the nurse's station each time. I felt restless though. The first few days I was very sleepy anyway and do not remember details. I am quite impassive to others so I would not have noticed if others were less than normal. I still operate like a cyborg - impassive to most others. So, I have no horror stories like some here! I liked my last doctor a lot and I only spoke to him. I did not speak for the first few days each time anyway. Not allowed to get dressed......one of the male nurses took me for walks though. The medication made me sleepy/sick.

Since you asked....I have visited my deeply autistic blood relative in the institution. I have many autistic relatives, BTW. He had a private room. Once only I became frightened from an isolated incident and I screamed and screamed and screamed until I fainted. I woke up later in a private bed but was allowed to leave.

I was in one for severe depression, and I voluntarily checked myself in because I was suicidal, and it wasn't too bad. The only negative thing was this male nurse who asked if you needed anything when leaving the common room to use the bathroom in the room I was in, or getting a drink from the fountain just outside that room. The day was filled with several group therapy sessions, as well as a chance to meet with the psychiatrist. I was there for 3 days, even though the admission was strictly voluntary.

I also did the partial hospitalization program in a completely seperate building from the main hospital which wasn't too bad because you arrived in the morning, had several group therapy sessions, then left in the afternoon. We also got lunch, but also had the option of going to the nearby shopping center for lunch.

The one mental hospital that really scares me is the one not too far from where I was where people stay for much longer than a week, and are often there on a court order. It's a lot like the one in Girl Interrupted with bars on the windows.

Psych ward is extremely boring during the holidays. It also causes much trauma - being AS, havig 5 nurses pinning me to the ground for several hours (literally) was NOT helpful when I was screaming my head off for half the time. As if constantly hallucinating during that time was NOT bad enough, they had to give me tactile sensory overload.

Nope.

And I hope not, thankyou very much.