I was forcibly incarcerated at this place, and while that may have something to do with my hatred of it, it goes far, far beyond that.\r
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I was assigned a psychiatrist to talk to, and in my three day stay, I met with him twice for a total of about five to ten minutes. He used that time to guilt trip me for daring to ask for help for my anger issues. He said ""I guess you know not to say those kinds of things, huh? This is a real life lesson for you, isn't it?"" in the most condescending ""you're an awful person"" manner that he could. I would go into meetings relatively happy (because I made some friends there) and leave feeling like a psychopath.\r
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Dr. Fuller was his name.\r
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The food? Atrocious. It was so bad that I lost half a pound every single day that I was there. The group therapy sessions (and that's all you do all day except for meals and some brief moments of free time. Skip one therapy session and guess who doesn't get to go outside for their break?) were completely boring and pointless, save for one or two that were actually run by people who cared.\r
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A nurse named Beit for one. She was the shining example of what to do in a place like that, e.g. treat people like they're humans with real emotions and not cattle. She was one of the three or four people there who actually grasped that novel concept, and she was easily the best person there in terms of staff. They should all follow her example. Dead serious, no sarcasm.\r
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Let's not ignore the time when one of the patients who was larger than I was by a lot, had an anger attack and started ranting. Naturally they told all of us to go to our rooms, even the people who had to walk within two feet of a ranting, furious person who, if he had wanted to attack, would have had no problem doing so. I brought it up that this was freaking dangerous, but they didn't care. I was sobbing behind the dresser in my room and a doctor came to check on me. As in to make sure that I was physically okay. Screw how I was emotionally. I'm sobbing in a corner and scared out of my mind, but who cares?\r
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I went into that place not by choice because some paranoid people thought it would help me, and I left scared, untrusting of people in positions like that, and angrier than ever. One woman who had epilepsy was denied her medication for three days and, wouldn't you know it, had a seizure! As an epileptic myself, I'm quite thankful that they allowed me my meds.\r
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Now don't misinterpret me. I'm not saying that the place is run by Nazis and now I feel like I know what the Jews went through during the Holocaust. I'm not saying that in the slightest. I was treated like a criminal even though I hadn't done anything. Precious few people on the staff had any empathy, you know, the one thing that I think would be most important in a job like that, and it was a prison.\r
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DO NOT GO HERE IF YOU CAN HELP IT! EVEN IF YOU CAN'T, GET OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!
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