You know what I hate?

[MadManWithaBox]

Hospitals. Judging nurses. And psych wards. My 2nd experience on a psych ward was the worst 2 weeks of my life. Anyone else have unpleasent hospital experiences?

[Syvelocin]

The last time I went, I brought tools in. I won't share how I got it past the nurses and through the strip search, but I was very stupid o.O

Anyway. I had this friend who I told I had slipped a razor in with me. She asked to borrow it. I told her to be careful, but I slipped it to her right before they sent us back for room time before dinner. So it was the longest room time, when we usually shower.

So, after dinner she comes to me and slips me back the razor. Then she's like, "Uh, could we walk the other way down the hall and talk?" So we did so, and she proceeds to tell me that she cut about two hours ago and it hasn't stopped bleeding. I'm thinking, "shit..." and she slips the waistband of her jeans just far enough so she can show me this gaping wound on her hip, obviously in need of stitches. You could see the fat layer and everything. She got right through the skin. So I tell her, "Oh holy crap, you're going to have to tell someone."

I give her the razor back in case they were going to ask what she used, and we head back into the day room. I sit with the rest of our group while she goes and tells someone.

Why I remember it so vividly, is because I was shaking the entire time. I was so, so guilty, and scared that they might have seen us slipping the razor to each other on the security cameras or something and would know it was mine. The main thing was that I was going home the next day, so I was freaking out that they'd find out and keep me longer. This was in April of course, a month before I turned 18. I needed to get out so I could catch up and graduate, not sit rotting in a psych ward.

That night was pretty hectic. She gets sewed up, and because of her cutting we get sent to bed early so they could deal with her. Everyone is up and talking across the hallways, gossiping about her, so the door's open and I'm just shaking trying to get to sleep. I took my melatonin and everything, but I don't think I slept at all that night because I was so freaked out.

I woke up in the morning, and she was put on one-on-one. She couldn't talk to us even. My mum picked me up at ten or so, you couldn't imagine how relieved I was. We all got each other's names so we could friend each other on Facebook. I did so with this girl, but she never even reviewed the friend request. That's what got me worried that they might have sent her to a long-term. She neither accepted or rejected it for months after I got out.

Anyway, long story short, it was quite traumatic for me.

[MadManWithaBox]

Shit. That sounds terrifying. Specially the worrying.

When I was in for the 2 week stay, their was 11 of us kids, and.. 8 nurses if I remember rightly. I didn't know any of them at first anyway, but I made friends with this girl Amy. She was anorexic, and their was another bulimic kid on our ward. Anyway with them after we ate our meals, they weren't allowed to use the toilet for 2 hours after. And when Amy did go the toilet, they made her keep the door almost wide open, in front of the entire ward, I felt so sorry for her.

[Syvelocin]

Yeah. I've found that the kids with eating disorders are usually treated the worst. That, and the non-straight kids.

I never told them I was anorexic or pansexual for those reasons. Now though, if I went back, I would have told them I wasn't straight so I could get my own room ^_^ I had a horrible room mate last time.

I met this girl the first time I was in the hospital named Katie. Gorgeous girl, though she was 15 and 80 pounds. Ate barely anything. They wouldn't let her leave the unit, wouldn't let her go outside when we did. Nurses and counsellors were yelling at her. And the thing was, her heart was failing. She hadn't eaten in ten days. Don't know what happened to her though, I left before she did.

[MadManWithaBox]

Yeah, and kids that do things to themselves. Their was another kid in with me who self harmed, her arms were covered, and they treated her, well the same as me, which was awful, but the thing with Amy was just terrible. She left the day before I did , and we were(are) good friends still, but she lost so much weight, she went down to below 70 pounds. And one night she called me and told me she'd slit her wrists and was saying goodbye. I legged it over there and called her an ambulance.

Nurses are so judgemental in that sort of thing too:mad:

[Magenta]

I wasn't treated badly but I was so scared to be there. I actually posted my story on the site under the Open Book section. Here. (http://www.virtualteen.org/forums/showthread.php?t=91504)

I definitely can't compare to your stories but it was my first time and it was the worst experience of my life.

[Kaya]

I think...the worst thing that happened to me was when I was talking to the psychiatrist lady and she started laughing at me :/ Made me feel so stupid.