Abducted, imprisoned, dehumanized, drugged.

Abducting, imprisoning, dehumanizing, drugging, the health out of people. In the UK, (and probably elsewhere in Europe and the US?), that is the chronological order of the nearly unavoidable service from our psychiatric mental health hospitals for most in a nutshell.

voluntary-only inpatient is heaps better, and the mental health laws are more relaxed here in oregon.

everything i hear from the rest of the U.S. seems very harsh.

Abducted, imprisoned, dehumanized, drugged...

I sort of skipped the first part cause I voluntarily walked into the that ER.

Dehumanized, ya .

I got on a van and was taken to a UHS hellhole.

Intake included a strip search with "squat and cough" and when I attempted to refuse I was told 'things can get rough'.

Then attempts to drug the hell out of me and threats of forced injections for refusing.

Vial barbarians posing as medical care.

The only 'fun' I had during the whole ordeal was jamming a lock with a splinter of wood I found and then watching person after person try and open that office door till they finally gave up and called a locksmith.

Most abusive places I found are owned by "Universal Health Services"

List of UHS hellholes here http://www.uhsinc.com/locations/find-a-location/

Avoid them.

https://watchinguhs.wordpress.com/

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I am going off line but check that UHS hospital list.

Most of the time when people post about abuse its a UHS place.

You left out the boredom. That might be the worst of it.

Its like that in parts of the US to.

Those tacky places (like some of those UHS owns) providing psychiatric, behavioral and addition services are often the worst perpetrators of abuse and human rights violations. They are facilities with few regulating laws, little oversight and run for profit. Any wrong doing goes without evidence, becoming your word against those for "trained professionals"


Forced psychiatric treatment is the norm regardless of weather you need it or not because every bed filled is profit. Whether you receive appropriate treatment or not is irrelevant, no one is being graded with patients who never recover bringing in perpetual business.

Until psychiatry changes to provide effective treatment while respecting the rights of every individual human being human suffering will continue.

I forgot to add enslavement chained/shackled after leaving hospital to drugs (very like the usually depicted view of enslavement i.e. people of top classes extorting shackled slaves, in this case the extortion is for monetary gain and shackling slavery in the form of shackling people to brain disabling neurotoxins).

But the thing is I don't think the top classes (more specifically all the people contributing to the problems in the psychiatric system) are aware necessarily of the extortion, I think most people are unaware and little acts of monetary gain over time add up to the industry as it is now, I don't think there are bad people at the top as such, just people doing little acts for monetary gain here and there which add up over time to the money shaped system the way it is now, and I think there is more and more mass awakening these days as the internet is a wealth of meaningful information uncovering the truth and hollowing out everyone's belief in the economic system from the bottom to the top and overtime I believe people as they become more aware will change society for the better in all ways. As Charles Eisenstein says, people at the top no longer believe their own propaganda, and the belief in the system is hollowing out, you can feel it for example on the tv the programs being aired are more and more good in the UK at least.

They invite you with greetings such as, "hope is near" "find your happiness". Yet, I see no boards on any websites for patient reviews. Why? Because they would tell you that the hope they are feeding you is bs. I have never come out of any psych-ward feeling happier. Happy to be out, yes. It is more traumatizing then anything. I have fealt abused, verbally and physically, brainwashed, numb, drugged to the max.
Psychiatrists who know absolutely nothing about you come in and talk to you for about 5 minutes, maybe more if you're lucky. They give you drugs based on what they have heard about you from employees, which is most likely bs. They treat you like you are beneath them. They basically give you crutches (meds) to help you walk. Even though they are not fixing the problem. You will never be able to walk for the rest of your life. But the crutches will help you get by.
I have met Very few employees who actually care about their patients. Most employees could care less about you. And they will laugh behind your backs, like everything is a joke when it's actually your ######6 life they find amusing. It's really a sad scene.

Western culture and most of the world are really behind in the mental health industry. Most people think that these hospitals are great and we have come a very long way. But, in reality we havnt.

Hope. I will never give up my hope. One day. One day.

I was in a lot of pain in an involuntary stay and had to wait 2 days to see the doctor only to get 3 minutes of their time, and they told me I was feeling better because I hadn't been asking for meds and she walked out. I was so drugged I could barely talk at all, but I guess MDs are telepathic now. I had gotten some nsaids earlier, but they didn't help at all so I didn't bother asking for more.

Days later an orderly chased me into my room and accused me of pocketing my meds when I had swallowed them right in front of him. Same guy that was wiggling my scrotum around days earlier "looking for blades".

The only available water on my ward was a broken water fountain that was contaminated with heavy metal, and tasted horrible, so my urine turned brown and the lithium was building up and blurring my vision.

Occasionally someone would say no to their medications and the drug dispenser person would say in a firm, intimidating voice, "are you refusing your medication against medical advice?"

To top it all off, I am severely allergic to penicillin, and despite telling multiple people this along the way to the hospital, and it being in my records, I was prescribed anti biotics without anyone in the hospital knowing about the allergy. I was lucky because these were not pencillin, and the psychiatrist threw a fit when she found out how easily they could have been responsible for it.

The psychiatrist wanted to keep me in there longer to try various drugs and to adjust their levels, so I ended up lying to get out of there. The last day, in a group, I started BS-ing and said that I was finally able to admit that I needed to be there, and that I learned a lot, and was thankful.

These places are hell holes.

The only positive is that they have given me great incentive to do all the work in my own recovery and to consider doctors mere tools to aid one's self.

slither wrote:The only available water on my ward was a broken water fountain that was contaminated with heavy metal, and tasted horrible, so my urine turned brown and the lithium was building up and blurring my vision.

The psychiatrist wanted to keep me in there longer to try various drugs and to adjust their levels, so I ended up lying to get out of there. The last day, in a group, I started BS-ing and said that I was finally able to admit that I needed to be there, and that I learned a lot, and was thankful.

These places are hell holes.

The only positive is that they have given me great incentive to do all the work in my own recovery and to consider doctors mere tools to aid one's self.

Sounds similar to my experience. The 1st unit I was put on was hell. My room was absolutely freezing. I would ask for extra blankets and they would give me trouble about it. As for the water, there was no fountain. They would fill it up with tap water and when it ran out sometimes they wouldn't even refill it. They would lock the televisions so we couldn't watch it. There were almost no games as most were broken. I would get up at night because the meds were giving me dry mouth and they would not give me anything to drink. They would yell at me to go back in my room.
After about two weeks they put me on a different unit and it was like a hotel compared to the 1st unit. Warm, plenty of filtered water, couches, nintendo wii, and it seemed like the employees were more educated and generally nicer. I guess they put the most troubled patients in the 1st unit. The first unit was filled with uneducated employees and nurses that were absolute bitches. I even asked some employees what their highest level of education was and most people didn't even have a college degree.

I felt very much like a lab-rat. I got hypothermia from an anti-psychotic, and I felt like I was going to die. They tried so many different meds on me. I told the doctor that antidepressants give me severe tremors and make extremely uncomfortable and irritable. That didn't stop him from trying them on me. It seemed like he wanted me to stay in the hospital for ever. Even threatened to put me in the state hospital. It's really sad how they were giving almost everyone as many meds as possible. I talked to people that were on up to 7+ meds. That is insane.

I found out that the only way to get out of there is to lie. I did the exact same thing to get out. When I was most "stable" he gave me another anti-psychotic, which kept me asleep throughout the day. The only way to get out was to take it and say I was feeling at my best, just tired. They don't want to see you alert and quick. They like to see their patients dull, emotionless, and cooperative.

Yeah that's pretty awful. Where I was at, we had roommates. Mine was a schizophrenic that feared I would kill him, and also had notoriety for shitting all over toilet seats and walking in on people in the bathroom since they had no locks. I wasn't bothered by the guy, but if he feared I would kill him, why didn't they give him the single-patient room? He had been medicated into oblivion and slept 18 hours a day and and been in there for months.

Another guy was transferred in from jail and had been kept there for months as well. He was having marital problems and the police put him in there and his blood veins were bulging and hands were shaking. He said every few weeks they would talk about letting him out, then deny him at the last moment because they perceived something wrong with him.


The air conditioning was also by the smoking section, so various hours of the day everyone would get blasted by cigarette smoke and have to breathe it in while trying to sleep.