by audrig » Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:20 am
So, this is a really old post, but I want to answer for anyone who finds this via websearch.
I started going to private psych wards a few times a year since I was about 10. I had a diadnosis of bipolar disorder (later found to be misdiagnoses Borderline Personality Disorder), and I would get suicidal.
I started hearing this same threat in my teens from psychiatrists which really scared me. I mean, why would a *doctor* act like this hospital was something to be scared of unless it was, right?!?! I would tell docs at the private hospital I was still suicidal, then they would threaten to send me to a state psych ward and say I really don't want that. So, I would aggree to be discharged before I was stablized. These docs were not worried about my medical condition, they didn't take me serisouly, they just wanted to discharge me cause insurance ran out.
SOOooooo.... when I was 18 I got on SSI and Medicaid, our house got forclosed on (the one I grew up in), my parents got their own apartment, and I went to an abusive boarding home. I lost everything. Literally. My parents even through away my most sentimental stuff and gave our pets away. I was so lost and the boarding home wouldn't feed us and her kids ran the place and no one believed us cause it was a home for people with mental illness.
So, I got suicidal again and I tried to kill myself, and since I only had medicaid now (wasn't on my parent's insurance anymore), I had to go to the state hospital.
IT WAS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME! Seriously! It was not horrible like everyone acted. It was nice. There wasn't as many talking therapy sessions, but it was a large property like a little city. We weren't stuck in a little ward all the time. They had a little cafe with free food, they had a library, a movie theater. It was like school during the day. We had different class periods. We had animal therapy in one building, art therapy, music therapy, meditation, a huge library. They also had a tier system so once I started improving, I was allowed a couple hours unsupervised outside everyday... like completely free, I just walked right out the door. It was co-habiting males and females so with the free time I was able to have alone time with my boyfriend I met in there. I made real friends I met back up with when I got out too.
It was so much more helpful than a 2 week stay with a rush of meds, a bunch of whining about why I was depressed and getting shooed right back into an overwhelming life. I got more freedom and learned more coping skills. It was really nice.
The only bad things were that there were 6 people in a large bedroom, but each person had thier own space blocked off like a cubicle by furiture that they could lock their stuff in. Also, the entire women's hall shared a bathroom with 3 showers and 2 tubs (tubs had curtains making mini bathrooms and showers were walk-in with doors. Its just we had to wait in a line (like 15 of us), but it wasn't so bad, we got to chat. Also, the bathroom is like a public restroom with stalls and the sinks in a row against the wall. And there was a laundry room where everyone did their own laundry. It really wasn't a big deal, just a bit of a surprise when I first went that it looked less like a motel (and had more freedom) than the private hospitals.
Another cool thing, the community area, was huge and had 2 tv's on 2 corners with couches, 1 corner had pay phones we could call people anytime during our free time. That corner also had a ping pong table and a couch. There were tables in the middle where people could write, play cards or dominoes, draw, talk, etc. Then there was a corner where there was just a couple couches in case people wanted something a little more quite and still.
Oh, and good to point out, there are completely different wards based on how bad someone is. The people that are permanent residents or dangerous are NOT with the people who are semi-normal.
I was there 6 weeks, which totally freaked me out cause it seems like FOREVER compared to private hospitals, but I havent needed to go back in a psych ward since when I was going 3-4 times a year b4. It gave them enough time to try meds and then try other meds when they weren't working ideally. It also gave them time to watch the highs and lows play out instead of saying "she's been happy for 3 days, off she goes".
Don't be scared. I know they used to be awful like 50 years ago, but there are standards now. I'd never want to go back to a private hospital again. They don't care about how you are really doing, just the money.
Oh, and so you know, this was in 2006. It was Terrell State Hospital in Texas.