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Psych Ward
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short.. I had reached a dead end. I heard a doctor yell 50 cc's of Haloperidol and 25 cc's of Prozac, i try and run into a room near by but to my luck its locked. i see nurse's coming up the hall towards me, i yell Noooo as they grab my arms and legs and attempt to inject me with the medication. i push one of the nurses hands away, but they ultimately are able to inject me with the needle. I fall to the ground as they walk me back to a room were they use the restraints on me to keep me from running away again. I scream just leave me alone, why are you doing this to me? They explain that it's for my own safety! as i cry and grow more agitated with them, I'm so frustrated that I'm being Involuntarily Hospitalized. I was left on the gurney in the corridor of a psychiatric ER for two days before an inpatient psychiatric bed became available. i couldn't sleep or rest, another psych patient wailed constantly. i was in internal crisis, yet there was crisis all around me. the last thing i can remember from my experience in the ER was being fucibly medicated one more time. Once admitted to the impatient ward at Austin Lakes Hospital, i awoke to find myself in leather restraints, the nurse's saying "if we let you out of the restraints, are you going to comply with us"? i agreed and as soon as i was free from the restraints i ran into the back of the nurse's station, grabbing the first sharp thing i could find, which just happened to be a thumb tac off the wall, and started slicing away at my wrist with it, i got about 3 good cuts in before a bunch of giant men and some nurse's swarmed me. two held down one leg each, one held down my wristover my stomach and another pushing my head to the side with his thumb, pressing the pressure point in my jaw, so i wouldn't bite any of them. another one went around attaching the straps to the restraint chair. The next thing i know there giving me a huge shot in my ass of Haldol, to knock me unconscious. the next thing i remember is waking up in a bed, as i slowly gained awareness of myself and my surroundings, it became clear that i was under constant watch. the staff was concerned that i was potentially dangerous to myself and other's. everything in the psych ward was violence and suicidal proof. even the personal belongings our loved ones brought were carefully checked. at one point, my condition significantly deteriorated again and i fell into a severe manic schizophrenic state, two security guards picked me up and dragged me to a seclusion room furnished with only a thin red mattress on the floor, they wrapped my arm tightly around my back, pinned me to the floor and had all my clothing, including my underwear forcible removed. they pushed me to the floor again and hurried out of the room. the room was bare, other than the red mattress and a tear-resistant blanket. it was cold in the room and the blanket was heavy and moved all in one piece like a rug, the mattress was hard and smelled like sweat. i didn't feel on top of the world anymore, i felt powerless, they than came back moments later and forcibly medicated me again. They left me in a locked room for hours as a guard watched me through a small wire-glass window, the nurse came in and ask to see my arm to bandage it up and asked me if i we're hungry. When they finally released me, they placed me on around-the-clock surveillance for a week, they than watched as i did everything, as i ate, showered, and slept. finally after a week the medication started working and i no longer felt suicidal or like ibwas gonna harm myself, i started Corporating with the staff and they began to trust me enough to take me off of the one-to-one, and was able to have them not watch me all the time. with group therapy and medication i started to feel better. the next couple day's i talked with my treatment team and figured out what treatment worked best for me.
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short.. I had reached a dead end. I heard a doctor yell 50 cc's of Haloperidol and 25 cc's of Prozac, i try and run into a room near by but to my luck its locked. i see nurse's coming up the hall towards me, i yell Noooo as they grab my arms and legs and attempt to inject me with the medication. i push one of the nurses hands away, but they ultimately are able to inject me with the needle. I fall to the ground as they walk me back to a room were they use the restraints on me to keep me from running away again. I scream just leave me alone, why are you doing this to me? They explain that it's for my own safety! as i cry and grow more agitated with them, I'm so frustrated that I'm being Involuntarily Hospitalized. I was left on the gurney in the corridor of a psychiatric ER for two days before an inpatient psychiatric bed became available. i couldn't sleep or rest, another psych patient wailed constantly. i was in internal crisis, yet there was crisis all around me. the last thing i can remember from my experience in the ER was being fucibly medicated one more time. Once admitted to the impatient ward at Austin Lakes Hospital, i awoke to find myself in leather restraints, the nurse's saying "if we let you out of the restraints, are you going to comply with us"? i agreed and as soon as i was free from the restraints i ran into the back of the nurse's station, grabbing the first sharp thing i could find, which just happened to be a thumb tac off the wall, and started slicing away at my wrist with it, i got about 3 good cuts in before a bunch of giant men and some nurse's swarmed me. two held down one leg each, one held down my wristover my stomach and another pushing my head to the side with his thumb, pressing the pressure point in my jaw, so i wouldn't bite any of them. another one went around attaching the straps to the restraint chair. The next thing i know there giving me a huge shot in my ass of Haldol, to knock me unconscious. the next thing i remember is waking up in a bed, as i slowly gained awareness of myself and my surroundings, it became clear that i was under constant watch. the staff was concerned that i was potentially dangerous to myself and other's. everything in the psych ward was violence and suicidal proof. even the personal belongings our loved ones brought were carefully checked. at one point, my condition significantly deteriorated again and i fell into a severe manic schizophrenic state, two security guards picked me up and dragged me to a seclusion room furnished with only a thin red mattress on the floor, they wrapped my arm tightly around my back, pinned me to the floor and had all my clothing, including my underwear forcible removed. they pushed me to the floor again and hurried out of the room. the room was bare, other than the red mattress and a tear-resistant blanket. it was cold in the room and the blanket was heavy and moved all in one piece like a rug, the mattress was hard and smelled like sweat. i didn't feel on top of the world anymore, i felt powerless, they than came back moments later and forcibly medicated me again. They left me in a locked room for hours as a guard watched me through a small wire-glass window, the nurse came in and ask to see my arm to bandage it up and asked me if i we're hungry. When they finally released me, they placed me on around-the-clock surveillance for a week, they than watched as i did everything, as i ate, showered, and slept. finally after a week the medication started working and i no longer felt suicidal or like ibwas gonna harm myself, i started Corporating with the staff and they began to trust me enough to take me off of the one-to-one, and was able to have them not watch me all the time. with group therapy and medication i started to feel better. the next couple day's i talked with my treatment team and figured out what treatment worked best for me.
