I don't even know where to start. I started back in T because my PTSD, Panic Disorder and Anxiety were acting up bad. I have been seeing this T for almost 2 months. She suggested I see a psychiatrist. I had an appointment at the end of Sept. The office called me and said that they have a new Doc that joined and that he could see me on Aug. 9th. I said yes because I have only been sleeping a few hours each night which in turn makes everything else flare worse.
So Aug 9...the plan go to the appointment and then take the kids swimming. I was having a good day and wanted the kids to do something fun. I go to the appointment. I fill out a paper about 1-5 how do you feel about this and that. Then they ask for a urine sample...fine I'm not pregnant.
I then meet the psychiatrist for the first time. I don't even remember his name only that he had a strong accent that sounded middle eastern (not that it matters) but I had a hard time understanding him.
He starts off on why I am there. I told him that over the past few months thoughts in my head have become worse and come more frequent. That I get irritated faster. I told him I had a breaking point 2 months ago when I got annoyed with my kids and the thought popped in my head that OMG I could just shake you. (this was 2 months ago) When I had this thought I put my baby in his playpen and locked myself in the bathroom to calm down. The P didn't ask what I did in the situation. He just looked at me after I said that and said do you have a plan to kill yourself and I said NO.
The P then picked up his phone and called someone and said bring me a paper. So a lady walks in looking at me weird and hands him a paper. The P then starts to ask me would I like to go into the hospital for help. I told him I would surely do that on a planned day because I want to feel better, but that I would need to make arrangements for my kids because my husband works. The next thing I know he picks up his phone and says call for an ambulance.
So now I am in a panic and go out to the parking lot to call my husband. My husband and mother in law rush to where I'm at. The ambulance shows up. They were laughing and saying we aren't going to take you there is no need. Then they go in to talk to this new P that I only talked to for less then 10 mins. They come out and say he pink slipped you so we have to take you.
At the ER everyone that evaluated me said I would go home. Then I was told I had to be held over night because of this pink slip.
I ended up in the worse unit there (they have 2) and was scared to death because I heard ER nurses saying how bad one was over the other. So they take me to this bad unit and I have a panic attacks. I am sitting there hyperventilating and crying uncontrollable. I finally fall asleep in a room by myself (they wanted to put me with a room mate). When I woke up my door was open and a women was sitting across from my door against the wall rocking back and forth staring at me. I was terrified.
I tried to explain the mix up so many times but was treated like I was insane. It was so scary and there were people that literally couldn't do anything for themselves. I felt like I was trying to convince them that I am all there. I was told that if I refused meds I would be there longer.
Meds didn't bother me so much because that is why I went to a P to begin with.
I was finally put into the lower unit with people like me on the 11th. I was released today. I don't want to make this post so long....but there were many experiences and how I was treated makes me never want to go to T or a P again. At the end I had everyone apologizing to me saying sorry for the mix up and that they are going to investigate this new P and call him. I don't know how I am going to show up to T when this P is in the same building. I feel traumatized from the experience.
So Aug 9...the plan go to the appointment and then take the kids swimming. I was having a good day and wanted the kids to do something fun. I go to the appointment. I fill out a paper about 1-5 how do you feel about this and that. Then they ask for a urine sample...fine I'm not pregnant.
I then meet the psychiatrist for the first time. I don't even remember his name only that he had a strong accent that sounded middle eastern (not that it matters) but I had a hard time understanding him.
He starts off on why I am there. I told him that over the past few months thoughts in my head have become worse and come more frequent. That I get irritated faster. I told him I had a breaking point 2 months ago when I got annoyed with my kids and the thought popped in my head that OMG I could just shake you. (this was 2 months ago) When I had this thought I put my baby in his playpen and locked myself in the bathroom to calm down. The P didn't ask what I did in the situation. He just looked at me after I said that and said do you have a plan to kill yourself and I said NO.
The P then picked up his phone and called someone and said bring me a paper. So a lady walks in looking at me weird and hands him a paper. The P then starts to ask me would I like to go into the hospital for help. I told him I would surely do that on a planned day because I want to feel better, but that I would need to make arrangements for my kids because my husband works. The next thing I know he picks up his phone and says call for an ambulance.
So now I am in a panic and go out to the parking lot to call my husband. My husband and mother in law rush to where I'm at. The ambulance shows up. They were laughing and saying we aren't going to take you there is no need. Then they go in to talk to this new P that I only talked to for less then 10 mins. They come out and say he pink slipped you so we have to take you.
At the ER everyone that evaluated me said I would go home. Then I was told I had to be held over night because of this pink slip.
I ended up in the worse unit there (they have 2) and was scared to death because I heard ER nurses saying how bad one was over the other. So they take me to this bad unit and I have a panic attacks. I am sitting there hyperventilating and crying uncontrollable. I finally fall asleep in a room by myself (they wanted to put me with a room mate). When I woke up my door was open and a women was sitting across from my door against the wall rocking back and forth staring at me. I was terrified.
I tried to explain the mix up so many times but was treated like I was insane. It was so scary and there were people that literally couldn't do anything for themselves. I felt like I was trying to convince them that I am all there. I was told that if I refused meds I would be there longer.
Meds didn't bother me so much because that is why I went to a P to begin with.
I was finally put into the lower unit with people like me on the 11th. I was released today. I don't want to make this post so long....but there were many experiences and how I was treated makes me never want to go to T or a P again. At the end I had everyone apologizing to me saying sorry for the mix up and that they are going to investigate this new P and call him. I don't know how I am going to show up to T when this P is in the same building. I feel traumatized from the experience.