My first inpatient was when I was about 6 years old. They were trying to help me learn how to be a human child. After I was released from the medical wing, they had me for several months in the mental unit. When I was 10 years old I drank some ditto fluid and ended up getting my stomach pumped and evaluated. For those of you who don't know what ditto fluid is, grammar schools used to have this machine where you put a paper on a cylinder then turn the handle and it prints copies on the other papers. This fluid was the ink. That was in the days before copiers. LOL. When I was about 11 years old I overdosed on drugs my family used to keep me compliant. I got my stomach pumped and evaluated. When I was about 16 I cut my wrist. had stitches and spent the night in mental health unit.
At 21, when my kids were kidnapped, I had a nervous breakdown and when they took me in, I didn't even know it. They said I was walking down the middle of the highway in my nightgown looking for my children.I was inpatient for about two years.
Over the years I ended up in psychiatric units many many times. Some times I'd check myself in because I could not handle being around humans very long. Too many traumas to cope. All those times I was under 30. After 30, I've only been inpatient maybe 3 times. All involuntary. PTSD was triggered and outsiders didn't understand why I was so upset. So they locked me up for my "own protection".
Personally, I like inpatient. In most states of the US I had food to eat, a bed to sleep in, classes in how to cope with different situations, medication to help me sleep or calm me down, safe from other people who wanted to harm me, and most important, people who I could talk to that understand about trauma.