i don't really know how to do this or why i'm here.
as a kid, my biological mother wanted me dead. my grandfather tried to kill me. my uncle 12 years older molested me. i was raped by a family "friend" at 14. i was molested throughout school. i was raped by a teacher. yada yada
i did ok until a week ago, when my boss got wind of my depression and threatened to call the cops if i didn't go to the emergency room. they had me held (i guess this is called a 96? i've never had it done before) in a horrible place where they stripped me of my clothing, color coded me in red scrubs (at the hospital i work at where we all know the reds are the crazies), had me marched down the main hallway where i saw at least 5 co workers. i was left in a dark room with no food, no water, no family allowed from 10-6 pm. when my husband finally was allowed to see me, the "doctor" rolled her eyes and smirked when he said i didn't need to be there.i was drug away to a ward with people actually from prison, left in a corner with only a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a sweater. i was given a hard cot. they forced me to take a bunch of pills i didn't want. they said if i didn't do what they said 100% of the time that i'd have to stay longer. i had to ask for water, for food. if you didn't eat or drink all of what was given to you, you were in violation. if you cursed, told jokes, laughed too loud, yelled too loud then you were put in a room by yourself with nothing but a chair for however long it took for them to remember you (usually shift change from what i could tell). i'm afraid of needles. they held me down to take my blood and the only reason they didn't get it was the phlebotomist who couldn't make herself hurt me. my boss graciously gave me 2 weeks to "get myself together" after this. i can't sleep. i go into states where i don't answer people or feel anything, don't have memory of it. the pills they said would make me better just make me vomit and i feel the same as i did in there and worse than i've ever felt. they let the convicts see me naked in the shower. one crept up on me and said "mommy, i'm going to work those curves hard" with a sneer on his face.
i'm afraid of all mental "heath" now. someone help me. please.
as a kid, my biological mother wanted me dead. my grandfather tried to kill me. my uncle 12 years older molested me. i was raped by a family "friend" at 14. i was molested throughout school. i was raped by a teacher. yada yada
i did ok until a week ago, when my boss got wind of my depression and threatened to call the cops if i didn't go to the emergency room. they had me held (i guess this is called a 96? i've never had it done before) in a horrible place where they stripped me of my clothing, color coded me in red scrubs (at the hospital i work at where we all know the reds are the crazies), had me marched down the main hallway where i saw at least 5 co workers. i was left in a dark room with no food, no water, no family allowed from 10-6 pm. when my husband finally was allowed to see me, the "doctor" rolled her eyes and smirked when he said i didn't need to be there.i was drug away to a ward with people actually from prison, left in a corner with only a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a sweater. i was given a hard cot. they forced me to take a bunch of pills i didn't want. they said if i didn't do what they said 100% of the time that i'd have to stay longer. i had to ask for water, for food. if you didn't eat or drink all of what was given to you, you were in violation. if you cursed, told jokes, laughed too loud, yelled too loud then you were put in a room by yourself with nothing but a chair for however long it took for them to remember you (usually shift change from what i could tell). i'm afraid of needles. they held me down to take my blood and the only reason they didn't get it was the phlebotomist who couldn't make herself hurt me. my boss graciously gave me 2 weeks to "get myself together" after this. i can't sleep. i go into states where i don't answer people or feel anything, don't have memory of it. the pills they said would make me better just make me vomit and i feel the same as i did in there and worse than i've ever felt. they let the convicts see me naked in the shower. one crept up on me and said "mommy, i'm going to work those curves hard" with a sneer on his face.
i'm afraid of all mental "heath" now. someone help me. please.