Horrible Psych Hospital Experience

This is purely hypothetical, but I am just curious. If I had ripped the syringe out of the nurse's hand and stuck her with it (and injected it), what would they have done to me? I imagine it wouldn't have been good, but a part of me wishes that I would have done just that. Getting injected was humiliating and demoralizing to me, and I'm still upset about it. I wish I could have resisted the staff better, but I was no match for that many people.

chris87 wrote:This is purely hypothetical, but I am just curious. If I had ripped the syringe out of the nurse's hand and stuck her with it (and injected it), what would they have done to me? I imagine it wouldn't have been good, but a part of me wishes that I would have done just that. Getting injected was humiliating and demoralizing to me, and I'm still upset about it. I wish I could have resisted the staff better, but I was no match for that many people.

I dont know if what they could do you like in court legaly with charges, its would be kind of easy to plead not guilty by reason of "insanity" no matter what you did if after you got your hands on that needle in the seconds before your about to be injected with Haldol or something like it. Its a real catch 22 ! Check it out > http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catch-22_(logic)

What would have happened to you right then and there ? I guess the four point restraints and a needle.

Im still upset also over my experience also, its something about the fact they were forcing something inside me that I can't let go. They also assaulted my "girl friend" that I liked in there and palled around with, but I also was no match for that many people and that was tough to watch. I felt so guilty afterward for not trying but I would have made it worse.

I too have been abused while on a psych ward and it was a scary, humiliating, painful and infuriating experience. For no logical reason (well, except a paranoid nurse who claimed I was trying to assault her--yeah, right! ), I got dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by a pack of muscle-bound goons. First I tried to reason with them--they yelled at me to get out of bed. When I declined, they grabbed me (hard enough to leave bruises) and literally dragged me down the hall while I kicked and screamed and fought them. (Of course I was no match for them!)

They shoved me into the "quiet room" (laughing all the while at my protests), threw me facedown on a mattress, and cuffed my hands to the top of the mattress and my feet to the bottom. I managed to wriggle one hand free--as soon as they noticed that, they pounced on me and cuffed my hand even tighter. For the next couple of days my neck ached horribly--being facedown and unable to move, the only way I could breathe was to turn my head completely to the right side or the left. I kept switching but it still hurt like blazes.

I kept trying to think of some way to get out of those damned restraints. Finally I told the guy who was "guarding" me (as if I had any way of freeing myself!!) that I had to go to the bathroom. He and the others (all male, I'm female) snickered and my guard said, "Okay, you can go to the bathroom but you know you'll have to leave the door open so we can watch and make sure you're safe in there..." They all thought that was hilarious. Naturally I declined the offer.

They kept me in there all night long. I thought it would never end. I decided that since I couldn't sleep, no one else would either--so I screamed pretty much nonstop all night. There are no words for how angry I was. And talk about feeling violated--I've never been raped (thankfully), but that's as close as I ever want to come to it!!!

My main regret? That I didn't sue the hospital. Which, BTW, was the psych unit of the Medical University of South Carolina in Charleston.

Wow, it's really shocking reading this because this happened to me as well, and obviously everyone else that was in the institution with me, and for some reason no one believes us that it happened even though apparently it's not that uncommon? The worst part is I was a child when it happened, 11-12, and I still haven't recovered.

I keep wanting to do something about it but since I'm the one with papers proving my insanity, no one will believe me.

((((Pathos))))

Well, be assured that I believe you, and I'm sure everyone reading this does too! It's bad enough that they (mis)treat adults this way, it's absolutely inexcusable to treat a child like that--no wonder you still bear the emotional scars!! You deserved kindness, compassion, and love--not that kind of abuse!!!

Sending you lots of hugs!

Pondscum wrote:((((Pathos))))

Well, be assured that I believe you, and I'm sure everyone reading this does too! It's bad enough that they (mis)treat adults this way, it's absolutely inexcusable to treat a child like that--no wonder you still bear the emotional scars!! You deserved kindness, compassion, and love--not that kind of abuse!!!

Sending you lots of hugs! :D

Thank you! I think most of my difficulty healing from the situation is that my parents put me there, I still live with my parents, and they never apologize without excusing themselves. I don't think they really understand how horrible it was, and I don't think they ever will because it wasn't done to them.

Most of the time I find it easier not to think about this... Like, pretend it didn't happen, right? If I don't think about it it goes away, haha. If only things were that easy...

These are all terrible!

Up here in Oregon, patients can refuse medication when involuntarily committed. I wanted to, but I had seen several people refuse and the nurses would all ask, "ARE YOU REFUSING YOUR MEDICATION?", almost in the tone you'd expect someone to have after learning that you defiled their mother.

I took the pills, but got accused of sticking them in my pockets anyways. I was afraid everyone there was a potential "Nurse Ratched" from Cuckoo's nest. In the end, my frantic efforts to appear stable payed off, and I was discharged in a week without incident. Simply being in those kinds of places can make a person feel unstable, and therefore "unfit to leave".

Pathos wrote:Thank you! I think most of my difficulty healing from the situation is that my parents put me there, I still live with my parents, and they never apologize without excusing themselves. I don't think they really understand how horrible it was, and I don't think they ever will because it wasn't done to them.

Most of the time I find it easier not to think about this... Like, pretend it didn't happen, right? If I don't think about it it goes away, haha. If only things were that easy...

I had the same problem trying to explain that "help" was nothing but tramatic abuse and the only reason I was in the hospital for so called help was I got both physically and mentally sick as a direct result of taking there so called medicine in the first place.

One thing I did was quit psychiatry and got better, that speaks for itself and I just got my family to sit down and watch "Making a Killing: The Untold Story of Psychotropic Drugging" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDlH9sV0lHU

I was determined to clear my name in they eyes of my family from all the bad stuff that happened after I got sickened from taking and withdrawling from psychiatric drugs, the sit down with this video helped immensely as it explained where all the psych bull comes from and how they push it.

I never got an apology from my family or anything but they get it now.

I want this thread "Horrible Psych Hospital Experience" to stay on topic and these stories to pile up.

I will never forget my feelings of outrage and FEAR when faced with threats of injection for not agreeing to start taking high dose seroquel, trileptal , haldol ! and cogentin behind the locked doors of the psych-'pharma-rape'-prison. They had no right to subject me and my body and mind to that poison with threats and the coercive nature of the whole place.

The injection threat was the long acting risperdal depot injection and I made a promiss to myself that I would psychically hurt that doctor real real bad after it was all over. He must have studied psychology and knew I was not kidding cause the injection never came but I saw the chemical restraint legal form on the desk left in open view for effect. The fear effect.

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Copy_Cat wrote:One thing I did was quit psychiatry and got better, that speaks for itself and I just got my family to sit down and watch "Making a Killing: The Untold Story of Psychotropic Drugging" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDlH9sV0lHU

I was determined to clear my name in they eyes of my family from all the bad stuff that happened after I got sickened from taking and withdrawling from psychiatric drugs, the sit down with this video helped immensely as it explained where all the psych bull comes from and how they push it.

I never got an apology from my family or anything but they get it now.

I don't think my family will ever get it, definitely not anti-psychiatry. 90% of my family has some form of depression and is on some form of anti-depressant; trying to convince them that anti-depressants are bad is just banging your head against a wall.

Thing is, i have no desire to convince them of anything, I just want to be able to control my own meds (or lack-there-of) without them interfering. :\ Honestly, can't a person have some autonomy in this world...

I'll have to watch that video later - it's a bit late now and I have a headache building.

Also, I quite admire you for fighting back. Since I was put away so young, I couldn't fight back at all. But I've always stood up for myself since then in whatever way I could, I think in an attempt at making up for when all control was taken from me. I know now that no one can force me to do anything physically that I'm unwilling to. I just will not take it, you will need an army.

Pathos wrote:Also, I quite admire you for fighting back. Since I was put away so young, I couldn't fight back at all. But I've always stood up for myself since then in whatever way I could, I think in an attempt at making up for when all control was taken from me. I know now that no one can force me to do anything physically that I'm unwilling to. I just will not take it, you will need an army.

Look back on this thread my post aug 17

copy_cat wrote:Out of fear, like a scared little boy, I told them back off or I will find them outside the hospital on even ground away from there panic buttons and sadistic friends who will come running. I will key there cars and pee in there gas tanks at 3 am... That they understood and the injection (psych-rape) never came.

"Like a scared little boy" I also went away young cause I was so "smart" but not doing well in school the first year after moving to a new town. I wrote "Like a scared little boy" cause that situation of trapped, helpless and fearing harm in the hospital was not the first time in my life I had those feelings and to copy cat you "I know now that no one can force me to do anything physically that I'm unwilling to. I just will not take it, you will need an army."