As a few have been talking about suicide and hospitalization, I thought I'd bring this thread back to the top. There are probably many others who can give their experiences with being forced or voluntary hospitalization. My experiences were not so very wonderful for me, but I'm still alive, so I guess the main point of it was a success.
I learned that routine, detailed scheduling, and familiar environment are all very important in staying functional on my own. They had a hand in teaching me those things that I still use. I put a lot of energy into staying independent, so that I will never be locked away again. I did feel as if I were in a low-security prison each time I was taken away.
I've been in several hospitals in different states in the U.S., so have a good sampling of different ways to lock a person away. The average length of time I was there was about a month each time; 7-8 times total ... most of them I was a kid, and the last time I was 20. I was hospitalized once more when I was 23, but it was only 2 weeks I think, so I don't really even count that one. I actually had forgotten about it till just now, as I was typing.
Each time I went in, I wasn’t allowed anything personal as it might get stolen. I had to wear hospital pj's the entire time, on the locked ward; the same ward they have solitary confinement if a person is suicidal. I was only strapped down to a bed twice that I can remember ... they were separate hospital stays though.
Confinement room is usually for only 1-2 days, and restraints are only on as long as you are unable to verbalize a contract for safety. Even then, if you are not combative, they will take them off after a few hours max. I've never been mistreated physically in a mental ward, but some of the nurses can have a passive-aggressive attitude.
They have a way of needling you sometimes. There were always those stories that went around that said many of the nurses grew up as mental patients, and they graduated when they turned 18 and started working for ‘the other side’ lol.
For entertainment on those long weekends I usually only had paper, crayons, and magazines to read (to this day I will not touch another Reader's Digest or Highlights). There is little to no schedule on weekends; I couldn't leave the locked ward to take a walk outside, so I sat in my room staring at shadows on the wall and ceiling. There was a tv in the meal room, but I'd have to risk people sitting next to me wanting to chat.
There was also a media room with a stereo (headphones only), books, and arts and crafts stuff if you were old enough and had the proper ‘level’ clearance to be in there. This was outside the locked ward … on the regular ward. If I was ‘good’ I was allowed to go to the regular ward for 30 minute intervals and could go to the media room, but a nurse or intern had to check on me every 10 minutes. I didn’t usually get to go because they were always under staffed on weekends.
The weekdays were a lot more scheduled, and we had chores we had to do on our off time. I kinda liked the weekdays a lot more than weekends. At least I was busy, and didn’t have a lot of time to focus on being locked up. Plus, weekends are usually when family or any other caring person could visit or call, but I didn’t get visitors or calls till the week before I was due to be released.
Those times I had a roommate was both good and bad … mostly annoying. But, it did help the weekends go by faster. We’d make up games; once we had a contest to see who could get an intern to run so fast to our room s/he would slide by the door as they approached. I’m not sure why this was so funny, but it was the best entertainment our stupid minds could come up with at the time. Once they caught on, wehad tofind other ways to entertainn ourselves.
I once got into a fight with another girl who was standing on my towel. I ended up knocking her to the ground and pulling her on the towel out of the room, then barring the door shut. I distinctly remember this because I was 14 and had discovered the side effects (and true fact) of pms sync-up. One of the nurses explained it to me later, and that girl was even madder at me because the nurse told me she was on her period. Mad at me? I am a female, but I’ll never understand ‘them’.
I guess none of that is of any use to anyone here, except maybe some entertaining juvi-scandal. Sorry, but it was pretty much the same for those 2 times I was an adult being locked away – right down to the crayons. There still were classes, group therapy, medications, schedules, boredom, individual check-ins, no personal items allowed, …etc. It felt very much the same, and we seemed to be treated the same. If anyone wants me to post a schedule I can, but it looks pretty much like the OP gave you. It is very structured (on weekdays) from being waked to baked.