When I was sixteen years of age last year I wasn't attending class too often. This had been an ongoing problem for quite some time. To say the least I just highly disliked school and I'm not entirely sure why. If I had to guess it would be the atmosphere. I just felt very uncomfortable there. Regardless, I had been missing maybe one to two days of school a week for the past few years. Well, after the start of my Junior semester the same trend occurred. After a few months I had a LOT of work to catch up on if I wanted to pass my classes.
Three years earlier I was committed to a residential stay for thirty days. The school there was beyond a joke. I suppose I was looking for an easy way out and accepted to go to day treatment to attend school there. After less than a month winter break came around. All of my friends and even my siblings had two weeks off while I had to spend time with some strange people in a place that was already strange enough. I didn't go much during those two weeks for obvious reasons. They took the liberty to convince my parents that residential stay was best for me, as every other day patient. There wasn't a single day patient that attended longer than a month before going into residential which is very odd.
I was in residential stay for four months. I honestly can't tell you why as there is NO logical reason as to why such an extended stay was necessary. They told me I had anxiety AFTER they pulled me off of my benzodiazepine I had been taking for three years previously. I had intense anxiety for three weeks before going back to normal. I didn't have anxiety after that but no one listened to me. On my psychological testing some months later I tested relatively low for anxiety. After I was released I saw that they had listed several things in which were the reasons I was committed that were simply not true such as poly-substance abuse when I solely smoke cannabis occasionally to deal with stress. Most of the other kids there had similar stories with the occasional crazy. Mostly run-aways and trouble makers.
My psychologist made my cry on one occasion as he I upset him. He shoved my psychological results in my face and told me to read them myself. My therapist would tell me one thing to get me to open up to her and then tell my parents everything I had said. After I got into day treatment after four months I started smoking cannabis daily. MUCH more than I ever had as life was unbearable. I came there everyday high. My psychiatrist knew this and had me take a drug test. I urinated in the cup and several days later my results were clean. He was fairly upset and said he no longer trusted me or believed anything I said (not that he did before). They attempted to convince my parents to put me into an addiction center but my parents reasoning for not doing so was that I had been through enough.
I am now seventeen and I want to see the psychiatric world burn. I will gladly run away if a serious attempt is made to put me back there. Why do minors have so few rights in the land of the "free"?