You wanna know how I got out of the psych ward fr?
Talking to myself.
I knew they had to diagnose me with something or they weren’t going to let me go. And it had to be something big or incurable because of what that er doctor had said to me. I’m not stupid, I’ve worked in a hospital for years. I knew they were going to send me away when he cussed directly at me in front of multiple people. At least 4. You don’t act so freely unless you know they’re going away for a while.
I told the ambulance driver. [ kinda deja vu moment because I told my guidance counselor the last day before spring break 2020 that there was going to be a massive pandemic unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. right before COVID touched down in the USA and went live.] anyway my bad I told the ambulance driver to let me go because they were going to try to keep me there, I told her everything. She was like I would let you go but I will lose my job and I can’t. So I went 🙂
The bathrooms were micd up so I’d just talk to myself. If they wanted me to be praying [had me reading an antisemitic book.] I’d be praying in the mirror. But I’d look directly in my own eyes so I wouldn’t go insane. I would not believe any of the bullshit they were shoving down my throat.
Forcing us to deadname Sam, being horrible to the Asian mother who was there because her husband wouldn’t help with the baby and she had fallen asleep holding her child. Having to look a man who’d shot himself in the eye years ago during my meals. Having Travis piss in his shoes outside my room and try to get me to come out and sing. They did nothing. Even when he stole all of my clothes.
I spoke to myself as I always have. I looked myself dead in the mirror and I would mouth words to myself to stay strong. I sang every fucking day. I sang in the phone with my mom when I could reach her.
I cannot even begin to tell you how horrifying it was being in there with the man who sexually assaulted me and tried to blame it on my mental illness. The way they were all watching me when my friend, the Asian mother, told me the same man made her uncomfortable. Having to tell her to be quiet about it. Forcing myself to deadname Sam so that they would let me out.
Having to pretend like I forget every single persons’ name except for one person. Because we shared a name. Having everyone turn on me because they threw out three of the patients because of me. Having Miss Berny look me up and down in the hallway and ask me if I wanted a jacket. If you took your blanket out of your room, it meant something. They kept us in longer if we wore it out but they kept it so cold it was unbearable. She gave me a sweatshirt. No hood but it was so warm. I wore it home. We traded clothes that day. She knew I had nothing and everyone hated me but she helped me.
Cutting an old woman’s hair and suing HER when her family refused to pick her up. She had no glasses. She was mean to everyone. But I helped her read the fucking summons and I had to keep my cool in front of 8 other people. Having to read aloud the name of the hospital v her name in front of a fucking crowd.
I had to go against myself. I had to lose all sense of being when it came to the outside world so that they were convinced enough I didn’t remember what they’d done to me and the others. How they sedated me against my will after I got down on my hands and knees in the middle of that hallway while I was hallucinating because of the medications they gave me. I thought my arms were broken. I thought my ankles were broken. Instead of helping me back to bed, a man yanked me up by my arms and three others grabbed me from all sides and they threw me face first onto my cot and they pulled down my pants to sedate me. They took away my roommate so no one was there to witness. I didn’t fight. I went limp in their arms when they carried me, I swear on my life. The woman who held my right side, when I let my head fall on her because I went completely limp and didn’t hold myself up at all, she screamed that I tried to bite her.
There was no way I was ever getting out unless I faked amnesia because of how high the doses were. When I got out, I went to multiple doctors and asked them about it. They told me that’s the amount they prescribe to patients on the medication for more than half a year.
They tapped the phones in the social workers office so that if I tried to call my mom it rang inside the office. They made it to where all the patient phones had blocked my family’s numbers. I had to act like I didn’t think anything about it. Even though no one was coming for me.
Turns out. My mother in law got wind of what had happened to me. That I was in there by myself 2 hours away from anyone I even knew. Two states away from my mom no less. She chewed my mom’s ass out. She said she was a bad fucking mother. To get me out. This woman, who I never quite knew or felt like she liked me, was the one who fought for me.
So yea. I talked to myself. Every day. No matter what, I kept a log of everything I could remember running through my head at all times so that I could keep my mind strong because of those fucking drugs.
Pro tip: understand that maybe talking to yourself isn’t that bad.
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