Hey love. I admire the strength it takes to even write about this. Definitely know the feeling but not this exact experience. Three warnings/horror stories about places like this from three different people was enough to shake me and I’m glad I listened. I’m sorry about your experience but and so glad you’re here to tell the tale and warn others 💕
I wish I had known what it would be like but I def def know now! I’m glad you had people around you who were open enough to have those conversations with you and happy you’re here too! 💞
wow, i had an EXTREMELY similar experience while in a psych ward. i was there for a week after a (also my last) suicide attempt. it was the first time i had been hospitalized like this. after 4 days of sitting in my room only journaling and sleeping, i was also given the same spiel about needing to socialize or i would have to stay longer so i ended up only attending the art classes. my assigned doctor told me "someone told you you have depression and you've just been playing into it the whole time". i left and vowed to never go back no matter what. one of the worst experiences.
i'm so sorry you had such a traumatic experience at the hands of people who are supposed to be there to help. thank you for sharing, i feel like these things REALLY aren't talked about enough—if at all. i really think you're so brave for sharing your story and i hope things are better for you now 💜
OMG the doctors are THE WORST. The whole thing felt so inhumane, and I'm sorry you experienced it too. Something about it makes you never wanna end up there again.
To have such similar stories with someone yet at the same time they feel so alien when comparing. I myself feel like my story resonates but could never understand. We all learn so differently. The advice given and recieved are but breadcrumbs of the solution.
That last part...the advice we all give isn't helpful when you're in the deep end of depression. But I wouldn't even know where to start when it comes to helping people
Something I've learned recently is to learn to have faith. Give what you can, but don't promise what's out of your control. I can lend a moment to my loved ones and remind them I have faith, it's okay if it takes time but I believe in them all. That's enough for me at least and I see that it means a lot to them :)
Hey chicky, I was in similar 72hr holds. They suck. It's voluntary allowance of policing ur mental well-being. It truly makes the one experiencing the treatment feel some type of way. Especially when they glance at you through partially opened doorways and talk indirectly about you to ur face. Like a bird in a cage in a zoo... through a plate glass. That said speaking on it is was more relevant and truthful rather than not saying anything at all or trying to cover it up for societal normality. The stigma is ever present. Even in familial settings. I see you babe🫶🏾we nueurodivergent "few" are here with you.
Heyy I don't know what the voluntary holds are like, but I can imagine it's just as dehumanizing. The stigma is real! I'm glad you're okay and I see you, too! 💗
Thank you for sharing your experience. This really stuck with me: “Who knew being treated with utter contempt would help so much? I can only thank God. I survived what I’d done, and now I see how people are being treated and can speak on it in time.”
As it’s in overcoming these challenges that we see that we are best suited for the job to create change. In a really weird way, God choose you for this task. Perhaps in you sharing your experiences, it will spark conversation and action within someone else to fix a broken health care system.
I greatly admire your courage in telling this story. I too have a story but I’m terrified to share it. What gives you the strength to speak your truth? I hope to get to a point where I can speak mine too. ✨
I think for me, I realized that anyone who would shame me for sharing something that actually happened to me isn't worth knowing or caring about haha. Once I decided that, it became easier to share. If you ever want to share on this platform you are always welcome to 💗
Hey love. I admire the strength it takes to even write about this. Definitely know the feeling but not this exact experience. Three warnings/horror stories about places like this from three different people was enough to shake me and I’m glad I listened. I’m sorry about your experience but and so glad you’re here to tell the tale and warn others 💕
I wish I had known what it would be like but I def def know now! I’m glad you had people around you who were open enough to have those conversations with you and happy you’re here too! 💞
wow, i had an EXTREMELY similar experience while in a psych ward. i was there for a week after a (also my last) suicide attempt. it was the first time i had been hospitalized like this. after 4 days of sitting in my room only journaling and sleeping, i was also given the same spiel about needing to socialize or i would have to stay longer so i ended up only attending the art classes. my assigned doctor told me "someone told you you have depression and you've just been playing into it the whole time". i left and vowed to never go back no matter what. one of the worst experiences.
i'm so sorry you had such a traumatic experience at the hands of people who are supposed to be there to help. thank you for sharing, i feel like these things REALLY aren't talked about enough—if at all. i really think you're so brave for sharing your story and i hope things are better for you now 💜
OMG the doctors are THE WORST. The whole thing felt so inhumane, and I'm sorry you experienced it too. Something about it makes you never wanna end up there again.
Thank you for sharing.
To have such similar stories with someone yet at the same time they feel so alien when comparing. I myself feel like my story resonates but could never understand. We all learn so differently. The advice given and recieved are but breadcrumbs of the solution.
That last part...the advice we all give isn't helpful when you're in the deep end of depression. But I wouldn't even know where to start when it comes to helping people
Something I've learned recently is to learn to have faith. Give what you can, but don't promise what's out of your control. I can lend a moment to my loved ones and remind them I have faith, it's okay if it takes time but I believe in them all. That's enough for me at least and I see that it means a lot to them :)
Hey chicky, I was in similar 72hr holds. They suck. It's voluntary allowance of policing ur mental well-being. It truly makes the one experiencing the treatment feel some type of way. Especially when they glance at you through partially opened doorways and talk indirectly about you to ur face. Like a bird in a cage in a zoo... through a plate glass. That said speaking on it is was more relevant and truthful rather than not saying anything at all or trying to cover it up for societal normality. The stigma is ever present. Even in familial settings. I see you babe🫶🏾we nueurodivergent "few" are here with you.
Heyy I don't know what the voluntary holds are like, but I can imagine it's just as dehumanizing. The stigma is real! I'm glad you're okay and I see you, too! 💗
Thank you for sharing your experience. This really stuck with me: “Who knew being treated with utter contempt would help so much? I can only thank God. I survived what I’d done, and now I see how people are being treated and can speak on it in time.”
As it’s in overcoming these challenges that we see that we are best suited for the job to create change. In a really weird way, God choose you for this task. Perhaps in you sharing your experiences, it will spark conversation and action within someone else to fix a broken health care system.
Normalize bursting into tears at brunch! Wanting to be always at our best for our friends is isolating.
I greatly admire your courage in telling this story. I too have a story but I’m terrified to share it. What gives you the strength to speak your truth? I hope to get to a point where I can speak mine too. ✨
I think for me, I realized that anyone who would shame me for sharing something that actually happened to me isn't worth knowing or caring about haha. Once I decided that, it became easier to share. If you ever want to share on this platform you are always welcome to 💗
I’ve been on that ward with the cameras and overwhelmed nurses it is hell never again
Pure hell 😭
Thank you for sharing your story, angel. I see you. 🫂💖
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