First ever psychiatric hospital admission in the late 90s

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First ever psychiatric hospital admission in the late 90s

Post by embleton » Tue Aug 05, 2014 5:56 am

I remember my first ever admission to a psychiatric hospital to this day when I had a psychotic manic episode. My thoughts were weird and that made me believe I had some special powers, when I believed I was in a race of multidimensional access entities, that I belonged to, that was in a war passing through space, time and dimensions in multiverses. Telepathy was another, of my so-called powers, and to this day I don't really understand what went through my mind completely.

I do remember the horrible psychiatric hospital that I was admitted to for a month whilst I recovered. I was scared to death that I'd receive electroconvulsive therapy, as it was inscribed on the wall of my room. People wondered aimlessly around the ward during the day smoking cigarette after cigarette, as there wasn't much else to do in those days in that environment. I remember the complete disrespect of the staff that just completely ignored everyone around them, except for the other staff members, endlessly talking among themselves.

The same routine was followed every day, breakfast at 7 am to 8 am, then medication rounds, then wandering around the ward until dinner time at 12:30 am, more medication... Weekly ward rounds when the staff would bundle into a room and overwhelm patients because it was 6-7 staff members against one patient in a room, and they'd talk endlessly among themselves without explaining anything about what was going on. No information was provided to patients about the medication that was forced onto them, often in injectable form, with absolutely no choice. People were pinned to the floor daily by staff forcibly, whilst they were injected with multiple injections for doing nothing more than refusing until told about their medication and asking what it did and what was its name. And that was the routine for a month...

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