So I was going to wait a while before making this thread but decided what the fuck, and thus here it is.
Who here has a mental illness (and is willing to admit it)? Ever been in a psych ward or institution of some kind (i count rehab)? Have any stories?
In a period of about 6 - 7 months, I was admitted to the hospital three times for psychiatric care. The first time I had been "sectioned" (meaning forced there against my will) for paranoia, which arose from hearing voices, which arose from a medication increase. Might I add it was one of the few times I have yelled at nonfamily -- my psychiatric nurse really pissed me off, however I adored the ambulance driver. In any case, I had no clue I was actually in a hospital for most the time, thought I was still on campus, and talked aloud to my voices AND STILL convinced the doctor I was just talking to myself. I only stayed for three days, the minimum a sectioned person can stay. Managed to get more of the wrong pills again too.
So the next time I was hospitalized, I got home for winter break and could not concentrate on anything except blaring voices, everyone in my life took turns talking and I thought I was getting in trouble with the government or some bullshit, thought I had a warrant out for me, etc. My parents dragged me to the hospital and I was admitted voluntarily. This hospital is in Rhode Island, not my native home Mass, by the way. And it SUCKED. First they gave me an antipsychotic called Zyprexa before I even got onto the floor, and I did not even know what I took at first. A nurse handed me two pills, said what they were, I did not hear, and just downed them because drugs. In about an hour or two, I started seeing VIVID visual hallucinations which were not present in the same way at all for my entire psychosis. I call them the stupidest hallucinations ever, because there were choppy, 2 fps animated symbols over lights and shit and some other dumb shit. They did not believe me in any case. This fed my delusions -- I reacted badly to an antipsychotic so I am not psychotic, and they do not want me to change meds, THEY WANT ME DEAD. I got out of the hospital in like five days and AGAIN managed to get more of the wrong kind of medication from a post-psych-ward psychiatric appointment.
Some fucking how I ended up back at school, still under psychosis. However, my voices were changing to more informative about made up events and were downright hilarious at times. I ended up dropping out by february though, and my parents did not know how to handle me at all. I was saying some bullshit about college students dropping out everywhere, some ridiculous shit going on, etc. In Spring I ran way to go to some different plane of existence or some bullshit. I DID plan some of my trip, so fuck you to people who think crazies cannot plan. Fast forward a couple days and nearly dying of hypothermia, I found a hospital, which was about thirty miles way from my home, and slept in the restricted section. Doctors woke me up, admitted me, and in a couple days a psychiatrist (who, easily, is the coolest person ever to exist, I called him Dr. Badass cuz he had a huge green trench coat) told me to admit myself for psychiatric care. Thus I did. He did it so cooly too. He excused himself, walked out of the room, then half-ran back in and was just like "THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD" and I agreed immediately.
At this other psych ward, I had so much fun prancing around all crazy-like and singing. The psychiatrist there actually realized, oh shit she will not take zyprexa so there is no fucking point, and prescribed risperidol, which I started taking the day before I left because a friend told me to. Let me tell you, fuck new anti-psychotics. I was so fucking depressed for the rest of my stay until I was about to leave. I stayed at a friend's house because I thought my parents did some ridiculous bullshit to me as a child, but after about a month I came out of my psychosis with like no emotion. Fast forward to today, I'm not on RISPERIFUCKINGDOL anymore and am on an old anti-psychotic that kicks ass.
I shortened my story a lot. Did not include a lot of what happened at school. Please ask any questions you want. And I really look forward to reading other people's stories. :3
Who here has a mental illness (and is willing to admit it)? Ever been in a psych ward or institution of some kind (i count rehab)? Have any stories?
In a period of about 6 - 7 months, I was admitted to the hospital three times for psychiatric care. The first time I had been "sectioned" (meaning forced there against my will) for paranoia, which arose from hearing voices, which arose from a medication increase. Might I add it was one of the few times I have yelled at nonfamily -- my psychiatric nurse really pissed me off, however I adored the ambulance driver. In any case, I had no clue I was actually in a hospital for most the time, thought I was still on campus, and talked aloud to my voices AND STILL convinced the doctor I was just talking to myself. I only stayed for three days, the minimum a sectioned person can stay. Managed to get more of the wrong pills again too.
So the next time I was hospitalized, I got home for winter break and could not concentrate on anything except blaring voices, everyone in my life took turns talking and I thought I was getting in trouble with the government or some bullshit, thought I had a warrant out for me, etc. My parents dragged me to the hospital and I was admitted voluntarily. This hospital is in Rhode Island, not my native home Mass, by the way. And it SUCKED. First they gave me an antipsychotic called Zyprexa before I even got onto the floor, and I did not even know what I took at first. A nurse handed me two pills, said what they were, I did not hear, and just downed them because drugs. In about an hour or two, I started seeing VIVID visual hallucinations which were not present in the same way at all for my entire psychosis. I call them the stupidest hallucinations ever, because there were choppy, 2 fps animated symbols over lights and shit and some other dumb shit. They did not believe me in any case. This fed my delusions -- I reacted badly to an antipsychotic so I am not psychotic, and they do not want me to change meds, THEY WANT ME DEAD. I got out of the hospital in like five days and AGAIN managed to get more of the wrong kind of medication from a post-psych-ward psychiatric appointment.
Some fucking how I ended up back at school, still under psychosis. However, my voices were changing to more informative about made up events and were downright hilarious at times. I ended up dropping out by february though, and my parents did not know how to handle me at all. I was saying some bullshit about college students dropping out everywhere, some ridiculous shit going on, etc. In Spring I ran way to go to some different plane of existence or some bullshit. I DID plan some of my trip, so fuck you to people who think crazies cannot plan. Fast forward a couple days and nearly dying of hypothermia, I found a hospital, which was about thirty miles way from my home, and slept in the restricted section. Doctors woke me up, admitted me, and in a couple days a psychiatrist (who, easily, is the coolest person ever to exist, I called him Dr. Badass cuz he had a huge green trench coat) told me to admit myself for psychiatric care. Thus I did. He did it so cooly too. He excused himself, walked out of the room, then half-ran back in and was just like "THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD" and I agreed immediately.
At this other psych ward, I had so much fun prancing around all crazy-like and singing. The psychiatrist there actually realized, oh shit she will not take zyprexa so there is no fucking point, and prescribed risperidol, which I started taking the day before I left because a friend told me to. Let me tell you, fuck new anti-psychotics. I was so fucking depressed for the rest of my stay until I was about to leave. I stayed at a friend's house because I thought my parents did some ridiculous bullshit to me as a child, but after about a month I came out of my psychosis with like no emotion. Fast forward to today, I'm not on RISPERIFUCKINGDOL anymore and am on an old anti-psychotic that kicks ass.
I shortened my story a lot. Did not include a lot of what happened at school. Please ask any questions you want. And I really look forward to reading other people's stories. :3
