Anonymous Story (XVI)

For my first two days there, I was having an anxiety attack. Multiple times during this I was partially restrained by staff, threatened to be sent into seclusion if I didn't stop crying, and told I was "disrupting other patients,” simply by crying. The staff would frequently laugh at the terrified look on my face. This was the first of many bad experiences I had in psychiatric units. 

 

After this I was attacked by other patients, locked in my room for enough hours to make any sane person lose their mind, treated like a horrible person simply for struggling, laughed at for my hallucinations by staff, etc. I remember last time I went, there was actual blood on the walls of my room with the word help carved next to it. I will never, ever, forget my stays there. And if I can help it, I'm never going back.